To make a wish

"Pinkamena." her father started. "What is this abomination?" "Suprise!" Pinkie exclaimed."It's called a party. They are the most funnest things in the whole world!" At this age, Pinkie was not very much aware of what was happening around her or any sort of unspoken intention mentioned. In other words, the world had not yet corruted her innocent nature. "Today I learned what true laughter was, daddy!" Pinkie said. "And, I want to share it all with you!" Pinkie's family cautiously approached the "abomination" and followed Pinkie's instructions on how to participate in the party games.

However, Pinkie's mom fell and twisted her ankle on the dance floor, her two sisters started to complain about the music, and her father could not tolerate the sickeningly sweet cupcakes and ran to the bathroom. After about fifteen minutes, her family regrouped and started to talk to Pinkie. "Those cupcakes, is that what you call them?" "YEA!" "Well, they were unlike anything I would ever need to eat any day; only a sinner could enjoy such foods." said her father. "How can you say that moving, while not working, can be a fun thing? Only a lazy person could be content to spend their time and energy scuttling around on the floor, Pinkie." said her mom. After the complaint of unnecessary and abnoxious sound from her sisters, Pinkie felt truly alone and hurt. The mark on her flank didn't help her problem either. "Pinkie, we just want to raise you like a proper child, and we would like you to not do this to us again." When her father said that, he spoke for everyone. Almost everyone.

After her family realized that had been her destiny, her father told her it could not be allowed in that family, which devastated Pinkie again. Then, her mother mentioned that she could live out her life and destiny in ponyville, a town not too rich or poor, and just the right size."So you can ignore your destiny here or live in a nudist hick colony called Ponyville" her father stated.

Pinkie, with tears in her eyes, ran up and hugged her father. He had always been supportive of me and loved me, thought Pinkie. Why is he acting this way now?

For the next month until Pinkie's departure, she spent time working and talking with her family, trying to make the last few moments memorable in a good way. But all too soon, the Ponyville train arrived at the station and she quickly boarded the train. Soon after her last distant goodbyes to her parents, Pinkie slumped in her chair and started to wonder what life really was about.

The time arduously passed in her cabin, and for the first time of her life, looked at the stars outside in wonder. A star. If I could only look at one star, how could I ever know of such a beautiful array of many stars in the sky? What if when Luna crafted the sky such a long time ago, she had to start one star at a time? Then, what I am looking at is a beautiful masterpiece that must have taken more ambitions and designs than I could ever come up with. Then again, how did Princess Luna feel when she crafted each individual star? Maybe she could see past a result of a star, if it didn't twinkle as bright as the others. Or, maybe she would cherish and appreciate each star that shined bright with a brilliant flare. Then, without warning, the moon shone brilliantly and a soothing, cool voice entered her head. "Yes, my dear Pinkie. Making the night sky was just like your life. You just need to do one thing at a time, with a plan for the future. Also, take your own advice. Move past this hard time in your life and focus on the better and happier things that come your way." Pinkie seemed a bit confused, but the voice started again before she could question it. "The laughter you bring is not eternal, but it drives away undesired things and helps you to improve the present. Time is a gift, Pinkie. The gift from no one. Your time on this world is yours for the taking."

Pinkie made the perfect philosopher Sweetie Belle face, but then felt the inanimate comfort of the night, and drifted away to sleep, resting in the fetal position.