//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: A Pony Bedtime Story // by Woodspony //------------------------------// In a cozy cottage in the pleasant town of Ponyville, lived a five year old filly named Buttercup-Blossom. She lived in the cozy-cottage with her mommy, Strawberry-Blossom. Buttercup had a green coat, an orange mane and tail, and blue eyes. Strawberry was of course red, with quite a few freckles and a green mane and tail. Buttercup-Blossom had been out searching for her cutie-mark all day with some help from The Cutie Mark Crusaders.Try as they might though, they just couldn't figure out her special talent. Buttercup was disappointed, but the CMC each gave her an encouraging pat on the back, and told her they'd try again tomorrow. Buttercup ran along home, knowing that it was near time for supper. Strawberry-Blossom had made a cheese and carrot and celery quiche (with some cyan and cinnamon for flavoring). Buttercup told her all about the things she had done that day. She voiced her concern over not being able to find her special talent. Her mother smiled, and told her to be patient. Everypony found their special talent eventually. It would come to her one day, when she least expected it. Buttercup was still sad about not getting her mark, but she knew she could keep trying till she found her special talent. Soon it was time for Buttercup to get ready for bed. She brushed all her teeth, and combed out her mane, and checked her flank one more time to see if anything had appeared. When she saw that it was still blank, she sighed and walked to her room. That is of course, after she got a small glass of water. When she was snug under the covers, her mother tucked her in and gave her a kiss. "Goodnight my sweet one" said Strawberry. Buttercup was baffled beyond belief. "What about a story?" Now if truth be told, Strawberry-Blossom had the truly tantalizing task of a tower of taxes to tend to. But she smiled and sat on the soft silk sheets, and started her story. The story, well it was really a poem, went something like this. "In the still of eve in the dark of night bathed in the waters of the pale moonlight the colts and the fillies lay down to sleep and drift off to dreamland with nary a peep With the calming guidance of Luna's hooves they'll dream of good times and of ponies they love When Celestia's sun goes to sleep for the night Luna saves foals from dreams filled with fright She keeps them all safe oh yes it is true but I'm sure if you need her she'll come visit you If you hear a monster go bump in the night Luna will be there to make everything right If the dark ever scares you you need only shout and Luna will come to sort everything out And if you should ever believe her words stark remember she once was alone in the dark For frightened young foals afraid of a nightmare here's what Luna may bring to make them feel less scared In the still of eve in the dark of night bathed in the waters of the pale moonlight the colts and the fillies lay down to sleep and drift off to dreamland with nary a peep They'll dream of streams with swift running water and of woodland critters that go pitter-patter They'll dream of squirrels and of bunnies that scamper and scurry and of birds flying fast so fast that they're blurry They'll dream of sweets of bright sunny skies and of parties so fun with a pony named Pie They'll dream of cakes with frosting so sugary and of pies from the oven all filled up with blueberries They'll dream of large fields for running around and of apples for munching sold by the pound They'll dream of hard work and of pulling their weight but when it's time to have fun they won't hesitate They'll dream of books and of studies well some of them will and of kind Cheerilee who teaches life skills They'll dream of reading and writing of what they might learn and of math and the science of how fires burn They'll dream of bright colors of dresses so fine and of gems by the hundreds brought up from the mines They'll dream of tea and of crumpets so fancy and cultured and of Canterlot galas with chilly ice sculptures They'll dream of adventure of fighting off monsters of Hydras and giant carnivorous lobsters They'll dream of far away lands and what they might find perhaps buried treasure if given the time They'll dream of their marks of what they might be and their untapped potential their true destinies In the still of eve in the dark of night bathed in the waters of the pale moonlight the colts and the fillies lay down to sleep and drift off to dreamland with nary a peep So dream my sweet foal for this day is done dream as you wait for Celestia's sun Dream your sweet dreams and remember to trust that Luna will watch because she loves us Dream of the kindness you have received and always have faith that I'll never leave Dream of the laughter that fills all your days and tell all the bad thoughts to go far away Dream of your friends so loyal and fearless I'm sure they'd help out if things went amiss Dream of the generous things you can do for ponies who are less well off than you Dream that you're loved well I'm just being honest yes it's true you are loved in that you can trust Dream of family and friendship of beauty and magic I can't think of a rhyme but that is not tragic In the still of eve in the dark of night bathed in the waters of the pale moonlight the colts and the fillies lay down to sleep and drift off to dreamland with nary a peep" THE END