I walked with my mom and dad to this giant tree-house thing. It was sunny with some clouds. The house was a dark brown and the leaves had a swampy green color. The houses that surrounded this had hay roofs with stone and wood for its composition.
I galloped up the doorsteps and rang the doorbell.
"Wait for us!" my purple maned mother said she and my dragon father ran forward and knocked.
"I'll be right there!" a purple unicorn shouted from behind the door. A second later it glowed purple and swung open.
"Hallo!" I say.
"Sup Twi!" my father says to Twilight as we walk in.
"Oh Twilight Sparkle, its been so long since we met, I'm glad to see you again!" my mother Rarity says as she rushes to hug Twilight.
"I couldn't believe you could make it to my birthday all the way from Fillydelphia." Twilight says, "is this Lancelot?"
Rarity says that I am her son as Twilight says I have her eyes. I take a seat at the table and admire the chocolate fountain and the bowl with the fruit punch. I remind myself to use my best etiquette. I walk around looking around the house. While Twilight is busy talking to my mom, while sneak upstairs. I look at the her room/library. She has a desk with a book on symbols and charts. I see a yellowed chart with funny looking symbols.
I take see a note that reads: I finished deciphering and the meanings are pretty interesting, I don't think he'll be old enough to see this.
I know its probably Twilight Sparkle who wrote this, but I don't know who "he" is. He must be young or immature to see this. I'll see a carriage under a desk. It is made of dark wood and has a blue blankie. There is an Alto Clef symbol on it, I wonder who's carriage it is and if it has something to do with the chart.
Spike and Rarity walked to the Holy Stallions Orphanarium in a city 3 hours away from Fillydelphia. It was a gray cement building with tinted windows and two stories. They got to the front area. It was littered with dead leaves and dyeing plants. The concrete walkway to the front doors were cracked and decayed. The walked to the front door, a rusty iron one with a loose knob.
The got in and saw am indigo mare at the old, tan-brown front-desk doing some paperwork. She looked elderly and had thick glasses.
"Hello ma'am, we're looking here to adopt," Rarity said politely.
The mare raised her head slowly and croaked, "You're the first visitor I had in a couple weeks. Here, let me show you where they are. Do you want infants, toddler, or a preteen?"
Spike pondered for a moment. He thought back for a moment where he got friendzoned by Rarity Paladin; he tried to ask her out but she gave him a no in the form of platonic bullcrap. Spike didn't understand and couldn't take it. Later that was strolling down the street one stormy night. He saw a nearby bar, then saw a
