From the recovered journal of Pinkamena Diane Pie....
Forward Entry
Date Unknown
I guess I really do need to explain myself.
My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, otherwise known as Pinkie Pie to my friends, Ponyville, and literally almost any other pony at happens to run into me all over Equestria. I am the premier “Party Pony” and way better than that Cheese Sandwich, but that story has already been told. Everywhere I go, I am always smiling and very willing to meet new ponies. I always wish to bring them good cheer and happy times, especially during one of my super special, most amazing, spectacular, one-of-a-kind parties.
Anyhoof, almost everyone knows my backstory as a lonesome rock farmer. How I once lived with my Mom and Pa, my wonderful sisters, and well… A TON of rocks in a very gloomy area outside of Ponyville. Every single day I was out there in the fields, rolling stones around and storing them in large piles. My sister, Maud Pie, would then break them into fine powder so that they can be shipped off to local construction companies. They use the powder to create this grey mud they call con-crete? I really don’t know how to say it, let alone spell it unless we are actually talking about “IT.” To which that is spelled “I-T.” Pssh, that's easy!
Moving on... Everyone knows how I got my cutiemark as well. I mean, they covered that in an entire episode one time including how my wonderful five friends got theirs as well! It was so spectacular to watch! Bright colors just streaming out across the sky. It really did blow my mind up like a creamy, cake batter filled explosion.
Then before I knew it, the site of joy and happiness I saw gave me this idea. You see, I said earlier that I once lived on this gloomy and boring rock farm, unless you count the times I and my sisters tried to make the place a bit more livid with rock obstacle courses. Those were so much fun for us at the time!
Anyhoof, the idea the rainboom gave me was quite simple; To create more ways to smile while sharing that joy among others. I wanted everyone to feel happy even during their more depressing days. Sounds crazy right? I certainly thought so at first, but I was determined to see my idea through.
After one Pinkie Pie promise to myself later, I spent the entire night inside the farm’s silo getting ready to surprise my entire family with this unexpected bash... and then the rest was pony history. They loved it, I loved it, and we all danced and singed our way through a wonderful time, all because I saw a blast of colors stream across the sky.
Sounds crazy right?
It certainly did for me. Heck, it was downright insane of me to take such a risk since I knew how conservative my parents were. You see, they have been on that farm for many years without much change happening to it. It seemed almost every single day they were content with the way things were, not like that is a bad thing. However, they weren’t open to any ideas that I, Maud, Marble, or Limestone presented to them. Of course, we thought they were wonderful ways to improve and lighten up the family’s mood.
One such example were the obstacle courses that I and my sisters would construct for the sake of competition and fun. They were out in the open at first, but once my parents saw them they would order us to tear them down immediately. After a while, Maud thought it would be a great idea to build the courses behind the farm and in the woods so our parents wouldn’t see them. Me, Marble, and Limestone agreed.
While the dexterity of the obstacles were pretty strong and durable, they still failed to do the one thing that me and my sisters wanted out of them, to create the feeling of joy and excitement. It wasn’t there and it continued to upset us Pie sisters.
Eventually, we gave up on the courses and they fell into disrepair, like our happiness. We sisters then tried asking our parents what we could do to pass the time, and they always replied, “Work.” Work, work, work-ie, work. “Work all day from once the sun peeks over the horizon until it touches it again in the evening,” like my Pa said.
And so we did.
We worked, and worked, and worked some more. We worked all day rolling around and grinding the same, grey rocks. Numbing our minds down to the levels that those stones were… lifeless. Yet, at the same time, “sane.”
I can recall our family going for the longest time without doing anything to brighten our moods. Like I said, it was the same routine every single day and it seemed to last forever in my mind. Looking back on it, I guess I really never knew how much I needed a certain spark.
Not just any certain spark, but a large spark… A HUGE spark. A giant spark that would trigger me to do something I was certain would make me think I was “insane.” Then the sonic rainboom happened.
I was elated, completely mesmerized by the colors so much that my mane turned into the pink fluffiness that it is today. I guess that was when I knew that the certain “spark” had come to me. It had come to me in a wonderful, bright vision of color that had me on the edge of my hoofs. I was enjoying the fulfilling site in awe.
After the rainboom had passed over the skies that it cleared, I saw the sun rise for the first time in a long while. Call me crazy, but when the sun beamed down upon me, that was when I came up with the idea of throwing a party. It was the perfect solution to creating smiles and it worked, to the surprize of myself.
Oh that day, me, my sisters, and my parents all seemed to rediscover how powerful a smile really can be. We all found how smiles can show the joy and happiness among each other and that no one could ever take that away from anypony. It’s always going to be inside our hearts.
It just takes a certain spark to ignite it.
Author's Note
"I became insane, with long intervals of HORRIBLE sanity." - Edgar Allan Poe
Hey Readers,
Thank you for giving this story a short look over and I always welcome comments, favorites, and likes. If you see any sorta of grammar errors, please PM them to me and I will work quickly to resolve them. As for this story, I just couldn't help but notice how simular Pinkie's moment was to the quote I stated above. To which, I can admit is true in real life. I guess we just have those moments where we go insane from the amounts of sanity we aquire in our lives. In this case, Pinkie just desided to throw an innocent party!
Thank you guys so much!
