Pinkie Pie woke up for the on the rock farm for the last time. She smiled as saw her sisters sleeping in their beds. She sighed and thought happily about how much she would miss this place. Pinkie Pie had decided to leave the farm and head to a city called Ponyville. It was famous for being full of smiles and joy, the perfect place for Pinkie Pie.

She left for the train station saying goodbye to her family. Pinkie boarded the train and chose a seat next to a pegasus filly about her age.

“Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie!” The pink pony said, smiling wide.

“Hi...” the filly said absentmindedly. Her dark red mane falling in her mouth, causing her to cringe and spit it out. She was sketching what appeared to be a dragon-chicken hybrid.

“I like your drawing! Can you tell me about it?” Pinkie said hoping to strike up a conversation.

The filly’s ears perked up and she looked to see that the pink pony was genuinely interested.

“Oh I’m drawing a cockatrice!” she said smiling.

Pinkie looked at the filly’s flank and saw a compass with a paintbrush in place of the needle. She grinned and asked her about it.

They kept talking until the train stopped at Ponyville. They both got off and went their separate ways.

Pinkie looked around pulling her luggage behind her. She walked around town looking at all the buildings. Then she saw a building that looked like it was made of cookies. She walked in and saw no one was in the store. Which confused her because the sign in the front said the store was open. Pinkie’s tongue moved around her mouth, and she looked around knowing that a swirling tongue means something important was hiding. She looked around and found a button hidden in the display case.

Is this a button? Pinkie thought Why is it hidden?

Then Pinkie had an awfully itchy nose. Her eyes widened and she knew she had to press the button. Her nose only itched when someone was going to get very hurt. She took a deep breath and pressed the button.

A trapdoor opened near the cash register. A long staircase led to a brightly lit basement. She looked down and started to descend down the trapdoor's stairs.

Author's Note

This is my first story so it might not be that good. Feel free to point out mistakes or give constructive criticism.

The base used for the cover image is by Butterfly-Bases