Author's Note

Junii's POV

Going Out(Sunshine and Rainbows): 7

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It is warm, and Sunday afternoon.

“It is sunny, outside..” Pinkie exclaims; “you think we could go out?” she inquires.

“Yes, it is..” I respond; “Sounds like a good idea; Mom always tell me, I need to get out in the sun more!” I respond.

Pinkie is jumping up and down; bouncing like a rubber ball.

“They always say that, don’t they?” Pinkie inquires; “but right now, it is a good idea, to go out for a moment!” she concludes.

“Yes..” I respond; “I guess it is; looks as if it would be nice, to step out in the sunshine!” I respond.

With that, I am walking up to the door, opening it; half by half expecting Pinkie to remain in place; yet, I soon realize she had followed me to the door. Almost like a little Dog, she is staying just a step behind; without even a collar around her neck, or a command.

However, she is not trotting; bouncing like a rubber ball, true to herself.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as her diminutive hooves hit the floor.

Just that it is a cute and cuddly little noise; not the loud thumps, one would have been expecting from a Horse of any size.

“Mom!! I exclaim; informally, without the diminutive; “I’m going outside, for a while..” I continue; as I walk through the house towards the back-door in the living room.

“Oh?” she responds; “Okay, Dear..” she continues; “just put on some clothes for the current weather outside?” she inquires.

“Yes, Mom..” I respond, as I continue walk over the floor, in the living room.

Since it is so warm, and the sun is beaming down; I don’t feel like putting on more than I had to.

She does complain, if I overdress too; not just if I under dressed, or forgot to put clothes on like I sometimes did as a little girl.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as her diminutive hooves hit the floor.

Just that it is a cute and cuddly little noise; not the loud thumps, one would have been expecting from a Horse of any size.

“Mom!! I exclaim; informally, without the diminutive; “I’m going outside, for a while..” I continue; as I walk through the house towards the back-door in the living room.

“Oh?” she responds; “Okay, Dear..” she continues; “just put on some clothes for the current weather outside?” she inquires.

“Yes, Mom..” I respond, as I continue walk over the floor, in the living room.

Since it is so warm, and the sun is beaming down; I don’t feel like putting on more than I had to.

She does complain, if I overdress too; not just if I under dressed, or forgot to put clothes on like I sometimes did as a little girl.

“Squeak; squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard; as Pinkie bounces around, following me towards the door.

“The cerise cotton skirt and short dress; matching the skirt should be just right, for this weather..” I ponder.

“At least, I don’t have to wear anything in the sun; but I don’t really own clothes, anyway..” Pinkie prompts, as she hears me.

“Maybe I could add something fitting, for you to wear; for my wish-list, next time?” I inquire.

Of course; I had been assuming they had given Pinkie to me, since the gift had been placed on my bed. What if they did not know, of her; because they had not bought the gift, for me? How were I to know? Am I too assuming a little girl?

“You could..” she responds, snickering; “just make sure to have my measurements, just in case; so what they give me, actually fits me!” she suggests.

“Probably for the better..” I mumble.

I open the door, stepping out in the sunshine outside.    Pinkie follows me, a mere step behind; still bouncing, enthusiastically as ever.    I close the door, behind me; before she had the time, to make a point out of it.    If she wanted thresh air; she could have opened the door, or a window by herself.    Couldn’t she?

I have no idea, but I guess she could.

I could ask, later; couldn’t I?

For now, I just enjoy her company; as she continues to bounce her merry bounces, just a mere step behind me. Just as she had, before we went out, outdoors. Why would go out, outside change anything? Well, unless it is just in my fantasy she is actually moving; and going out, would break the spell. Once outside, I am challenging my imagination, with the cold logic of others. Including stuffy and unimaginative Adults.

Not that I mind Adults, particularly; my Parents are Adults, and they do take excellent care of me.

Well; they have taken care of me, this far. It may be their duty to care for me; but at least I think, they do it out of Love.

I continue to walk outside, hearing the squeaking noises from Pinkie Pie.

Maybe the hard wooden floor should permit her squeaks to propagate? Well, it does. And why not?

After I had taken several steps, outside; I turn around, only to catch her mid bounce.

“Oh!” she exclaims, as she is stopping in the middle of the air, before she continues the bounce.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as she continues to bounce.

“That..” she announces; “was fun!” she concludes; smiling at me, beaming a bright smile at me.

“Wait..” I exclaim; “you can do that?” I inquire.

“Yes..” she responds; “silly!” she puts forth.

All of a sudden, she stops bouncing; as if her hooves had been glued to the floor, while she still moves up and down for a moment. Like this, she is giving the impression of a jiggly Pudding, if you place the plate down on the table too hard.

A moment after she stopped, she stretch her neck forwards, almost as if someone invisible had been pulling her ears. Just that her ears appear to be unaffected.

For a moment, she is nuzzling my belly; before she is moving her head up to face me as if she had been the same height. Curious. Okay; this is Pinkie Pie, after all.

She stands still, for a moment; before she starts to move her feet up and down as if she was applauding, then ogles me intensely before she is pulling her head back.

While she is still moving her hooves, she is otherwise back to how she stood just a moment before.

She stops, before she starts to bounce once more, giggling.

“Wonder, what Mom is doing, right now?” I ponder.

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“Hmm, this is the article my daughter was reading?” Mom ponders, as she is fetching the paper I had been reading before I went out.

“Oh.. oh!!” she exclaims, as she is reading the article I had been reading.

“If she read this, there is a reason behind her reaction to what this article states!” she is realizing.

“I can not permit her, to experience that fate!” she breathes, taken aback by the intensity of her reaction to what the article says.

“How do I protect her, from this?” she ponders.

“Do I take the doll from her?” she ponders, soon realizing this would be no good.

“I could bake a few Muffins on a weakly basis, then freeze six of them; heating them up, before I present her with the daily treat!” she considers.

“If only I knew, what flavours she prefers!” she ponders; “I guess I could make seven different flavours, based on the base recipe; confirming the reaction on the Muffin, the day after!” she concludes.

“She does not have to know, I read the article; but she does need the Muffin, to feed her new friend!” she declares.

With that, she sets off, preparing for the task ahead; baking a set of Muffins, in order to present them.

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“Would you like to go out, for a walk?” Pinkie inquires.

“Yes!” I respond, as I lead Pinkie around the house.

From there, I continue to walk towards the street. Pinkie is still following me; only now, she had moved up to half a step before me. As if she had known I may worry about her. Now I can see her, as she is bouncing by my side.

If she stopped, I would know it instantly; rather than be forced to turn around, in order to confirm worries and suspicions.

“I can still see you, even if you are a few steps behind me!” Pinkie explains.

Of course; what I had not expected, is to see her wave at everyone passing us by on the street.

“Hi..” Pinkie exclaims, as she is greeting one passer-by; “Hello..” she exclaims to the next one; “Hiya!” she exclaims, to the next.

In surprise, I notice people waving back, to her, pronouncing their own greetings, in return.

While it may be the polite way, to go about it; but still, people rarely make the effort of greeting or waving hello to anyone around here. Or, at least I never saw it before today.

Maybe this is Pinkie Pie herself, or it is in the genuine warmth of her greetings. Who’s to say? I don’t know.

What if this is a trend, created by Pinkie Pie, as she is greeting any and everyone she can see on her way along the street. I guess I couldn’t complain.

If she is lifting the spirit in the neighbour hood, making it a nicer and friendlier place to be; how could I possibly complain, as I am living here.

“Pinkie is being Pinkie..” I ponder, as I smile at everyone greeting us, as they wave back; “Hello!” I respond, in turn.

In the end, I can’t help, but smile; as I continue to wave and greet people as we go.

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