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Float On
It all happened so fast.
In retrospect, that seems like an odd way to signify the event. Most things happen ‘fast’ on a geological time scale. When it comes to speed, it wasn’t really that fast either. Pinkie Pie can assemble an entire surprise party from nothing in less time, so categorizing the event by relative speeds seems utterly pointless now.
Perhaps a better qualifier would be the the pleasantly mud-like quality the smooze had.
Pardon me, Smooze. Capital ‘S’ because it...he...I think, is a sentient creature and not merely an environment condition slash hazard. Though I suppose the Smooze is that too. Pronouns are confusing.
The event I am failing at properly categorizing is this year’s Grand Galloping Gala. My sister was invited and took me along as her plus one. Or maybe as her date. I can never tell with Pinkie. I was a bit put off by the gesture, as I was in the middle of some studies. But leave it to Pinkie to remind me that the Gala would give me the opportunity to take a closer look at the marble Princess Celestia favored for the castle. If nothing else, it would help me settle a bet.
And I get to spend time with Pinkie and her interesting friends. I like that.
I barely got any time to look at the marble, but that’s ok. The Smooze exploded all over the place. It got in my mane. It was like taking a warm mudbath. I like mudbaths. Pinkie Pie has never been a big fan of them though. She finds it difficult to get it out of her mane. Thankfully, she was showing me her new table dance routine when it happened, so she didn’t get much on her.
But the Smoove was everywhere and if Pinkie’s friends needed her for any of their interesting hero work, she would need to get closer to them. Always the forward thinking one, Pinkie brought an oar with her to steer through the Smooze. I like that she’s always thinking. I like how she plans things out. I might be the geologist in the family, but Pinkie is the one that is never caught unprepared for flooding inside a castle on a mountainside.
She even planned on using my pumice-like ability to float in thick, viscous semi-liquids.
I have never been a row boat before. I...didn’t hate it. It was weird. But a fun sort of weird. The Smooze got inside my dress, but that’s ok. It...he...it came out later when that other pony made noises at it. Him. Whichever. I wonder if real rowboats care about getting wet?
If I am ever used as a row boat again, I expect it will be at a party with my sister. I wonder if it’ll be in cake batter next time? That seems like a safe bet. Plus I am a fan of big fancy parties, like Pinkie’s.
Sometimes, other ponies wonder how I can put up with Pinkie and the things that happen around her. I just tell them I love my sister. She can be a hoof-full, but that doesn’t bother me. My sister is sweet and I like her and her interesting friends. If there is anything I regret, it’s not spending more time with my family and friends.
And maybe not finding Boulder a dress good enough to go to the Gala.
In retrospect, that seems like an odd way to signify the event. Most things happen ‘fast’ on a geological time scale. When it comes to speed, it wasn’t really that fast either. Pinkie Pie can assemble an entire surprise party from nothing in less time, so categorizing the event by relative speeds seems utterly pointless now.
Perhaps a better qualifier would be the the pleasantly mud-like quality the smooze had.
Pardon me, Smooze. Capital ‘S’ because it...he...I think, is a sentient creature and not merely an environment condition slash hazard. Though I suppose the Smooze is that too. Pronouns are confusing.
The event I am failing at properly categorizing is this year’s Grand Galloping Gala. My sister was invited and took me along as her plus one. Or maybe as her date. I can never tell with Pinkie. I was a bit put off by the gesture, as I was in the middle of some studies. But leave it to Pinkie to remind me that the Gala would give me the opportunity to take a closer look at the marble Princess Celestia favored for the castle. If nothing else, it would help me settle a bet.
And I get to spend time with Pinkie and her interesting friends. I like that.
I barely got any time to look at the marble, but that’s ok. The Smooze exploded all over the place. It got in my mane. It was like taking a warm mudbath. I like mudbaths. Pinkie Pie has never been a big fan of them though. She finds it difficult to get it out of her mane. Thankfully, she was showing me her new table dance routine when it happened, so she didn’t get much on her.
But the Smoove was everywhere and if Pinkie’s friends needed her for any of their interesting hero work, she would need to get closer to them. Always the forward thinking one, Pinkie brought an oar with her to steer through the Smooze. I like that she’s always thinking. I like how she plans things out. I might be the geologist in the family, but Pinkie is the one that is never caught unprepared for flooding inside a castle on a mountainside.
She even planned on using my pumice-like ability to float in thick, viscous semi-liquids.
I have never been a row boat before. I...didn’t hate it. It was weird. But a fun sort of weird. The Smooze got inside my dress, but that’s ok. It...he...it came out later when that other pony made noises at it. Him. Whichever. I wonder if real rowboats care about getting wet?
If I am ever used as a row boat again, I expect it will be at a party with my sister. I wonder if it’ll be in cake batter next time? That seems like a safe bet. Plus I am a fan of big fancy parties, like Pinkie’s.
Sometimes, other ponies wonder how I can put up with Pinkie and the things that happen around her. I just tell them I love my sister. She can be a hoof-full, but that doesn’t bother me. My sister is sweet and I like her and her interesting friends. If there is anything I regret, it’s not spending more time with my family and friends.
And maybe not finding Boulder a dress good enough to go to the Gala.