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// Day 8 
// Story: Cinnamon's Journal 
// by Mocha Star 
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Day 8
Sunday January 17, 2016

We were in a lot of trouble from the moment we woke up.  We slept in our beds, like usual, but this time Amber and I didn’t sleep well at all.  We kept wondering what the world was going to think of ponies after we partied like foals at their first rave in the big city.  We should have known better than to act like that, but we started the night with herbs and it went on from there.

The photographs on the internet we found of ourselves that night put us in our place, for certain, but it wasn’t even close to over.  If humans were as conservative as they seemed the whole world would think every pony were partiers and didn’t respect human culture.  We finally got up to use the bathroom and I made sure to brush my teeth again because I had a feeling we’d meet a lot of news people today that would want to know about how we could be so rude and inconsiderate.

The day seemed to float by and Melody didn’t come by so we thought we had insulted her, too.  We all watched TV and practiced our English words but I know my heart wasn’t in it.  I finally called our helpers and Written Letter and apologized to them again but they weren’t mad anymore they said.

They told me that the photographs were embarrassment enough and they didn’t need to scold us anymore than they had.  The papers and internet had taken our behavior as pony culture and had mostly passed it off as humans should have to adapt to us.  It had caused debate among the political leaders and among small groups, but overall they didn’t view our behavior as insulting and horrible.

It was kind of a relief, but also somewhat annoying because now we had to set a better example for all ponykind and it wasn’t going to be easy to play off our drunken and drugged behavior as pony culture without making ourselves look awful or incompetent.

We ate lunch and bundled up to go for a family trot around downtown and while it was terribly cold, the sun warmed us enough and reminded us of home, a little bit.  There were people at the Subway that we said hello to and one of them greeted us in Equestrian and that felt nice.  We couldn’t have a language class every night, but twice a week worked so while we walked Amber and I planned on when would work best.

Tuesday and Thorsday nights seemed to work best since it didn’t cross over with human work too much and they still had their party nights and weekends.  We got home and told our Facebook friends about our teaching plans and we had so many now that we couldn’t keep track of them all.  We got replies right away from almost a hundred people that wanted to go and they said they’d pay the fee at the door.

When I asked Blueberry he said that he had said classes were two dollars a lesson and while I didn’t think it was nice to charge people to learn our language it was smart of him because the extra money could be donated to a local orphanage or something.

He liked that idea since we didn’t have a money problem at the moment and it’s always best to help others when you could.

We were invited back to the ‘Kay but didn’t accept because we didn’t want to party again like we had and instead called a couple of our friends and asked if they wanted to come over for a dinner party.  The friends we called already had plans but they said they’d come by if they had time or would reschedule with us.

We spent the night reading some human children books and we got another bible on our doorstep so it went with the others and we decided to look it over but didn’t understand the way the story was written.  We’ll come back to it once we can read better.