Pinkie Pie put her mail carefully behind her ear, since she didn’t have her bag with her, this seemed to be the most effective way to carry her letter.
“Thanks for the mail Derpy!” Pinkie Pie called to the ascending Pegasus.
“You’re welcome Pinkie Pie!” Derpy replied with a smile and a wave, but in doing so, she had turned her head around and, in not seeing where she was going, flew into town square.
“DERPY!!”
“Sorry, Rainbow Dash!”
Pinkie had already started on her way back towards Sugar Cube Corner by the time Derpy had crashed into town hall.
“Mail today, hooray hooray! Pinkie got some mail today!” The mare sang as she bounded her way towards home, taking her time to greet anypony she happened to pass on the way there.
When Pinkie entered the Cake’s store Mrs. Cake was setting out some cupcakes to cool. Noticing the letter behind Pinkie’s ear, Mrs. Cake said,
“Oh hello there Pinkie, I see you got a letter, did we happen to get any mail?”
“No, not today Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie replied “but I could write you a letter, the n you would get some mail, but it wouldn’t come until tomorrow, so it wouldn’t be today’s mail, but I could give you the letter personally, but I’m not the mailpony so would it still be mail? Speaking of mailponys, Derpy and I were looking at this flower the other day and…”
Mrs. Cake jumped in to stop Pinkies train of thought before it went too far.
“No, Pinkie, that’s quite alright, thank you.”
“Okay!” Pinkie beamed at Mrs. Cake “I’m gonna go read my letter now.” She said as she climbed the steps and walked towards her room.
After Pinkie got to her room she removed the letter from behind her ear and laid it on the floor to examine it. It was quite a strange letter, for many reasons. First of all the letter was pink, a very similar pink to the color of Pinkie’s mane. Not only was it pink, it smelled different too. Not like a regular paper, but a very good smell. What is it exactly? She couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. It was similar to flowers, or candy, it just smelled good. Who would send her this? Was it hearts and hooves day? She glanced at her calendar, no, not hearts and hooves day. But whoever sent this letter to her obviously wanted it to stand out. With extreme curiosity and excitement, she opened the letter.
Pinkie’s eyes read the letter, going back and forth, but with each movement from one side to the other, the smile and happiness drained from her expression. She collapsed on the floor next to the letter. Muffled by her face against the floor she sobbed,
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Not her! Not her!”
Pinkie lie on the ground for some time, making sure not to sob to loud, as she didn’t want the Cakes to worry. When she got back her composure she picked the letter back up. She re-read it, and then re-re-read it. But the words on the page didn’t change. The message was always the same. The letter was from her cousin, Strawberry Turnover. In the letter Strawberry explained how she is traveling to Canterlot and would pass through Ponyville and be able to stay for a while.
“Not cousin Strawberry!”
She was crying now, she remembered to when they were little, when Strawberry came to visit. Strawberry may be a few years younger than her, but that didn’t stop her from trying to steal Pinkie’s friends. But now she was prepared, she knew Strawberry was coming, and she could prevent this thievery of friendship.
“What do I do? What Do I do?”
She paced back and forth in her room, puzzled in thought.
“Do I tell my friends about her? What would I tell them? I could say she’s insane. Maybe I could find a way for us to leave Ponyville for a while, maybe a camp-out? Maybe I could just leave for a few days, she can’t know who my friends are if I’m not here to tell her.”
Pinkie kept pacing back and forth frantically, until Mrs. Cake knocked on her door.
“Pinkie? Are you in there?” Mrs. Cake asks as she opens the door slightly and peaks in.
Pinkie immediately pulls herself together, rushes to the door and opens it all the way.
“Hi Mrs. Cake, what can I do for you?” Pinkie puts on a fake smile while her brain is still running thought ideas about what to do with the Strawberry situation.
“Oh, nothing Pinkie, I just came up to tell you somepony is here to see you.”
“Good,” She thought. Spending time with her friends will let her clear her head of all this Strawberryness for a little bit. But before she could respond to Mrs. Cake, a red and light brown blur runs through the doorway, into Pinkie’s room. It heads straight towards Pinkie and tackles her. Before Pinkie can even react, the pony that was just a blur milliseconds ago starts talking immensely fast.
“Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh! PINKIE! It has been forever since I’ve soon you!! Well, not really forever, because forever is like, forever, you know?! I mean it’s FOREVER, forward and backward, right?! But seriously, the last time I saw you was when we were little fillies! And now we’re both all grown-up! It’s so great to see you! We can go have parties, hang out with all your friends; it’ll be the most fun-tast-a-rific time ever!”
Strawberry was bounding around Pinkie in circles, smiling so wide and vividly that it made Pinkie’s jaw hurt.
“Hi Strawberry.” Pinkie replied in monotone.
Strawberry is a very vibrant pony, quite similar to Pinkie with her stamina, excitement and love for parties. Her tail and mane, although being red, are extremely similar to Pinkie’s, except that Strawberry has one eye covered with her mane and her tail was shorter. Her coat is light brown, heavily contributing to her name. Her cutie mark is an oven, her special talent being cooking and baking. She’s great at it, almost as good as Mrs. Cake. But the thing that annoys Pinkie isn’t the color of her mane or her coat. It’s not her cutie mark or her special talent. In fact, Pinkie liked all those things about Strawberry. It isn’t even Strawberry that annoyed Pinkie, but a memory from the past that haunted her view.
“Do you remember how much we were able to hand out when we were little? It’ll be just like old times, this is gonna be AWESOME!”
“Yeah, great.” Pinkie said, putting weight in her voice.
Pinkie did indeed remember back to when they were little. She would usually go to the town where Strawberry lives when they wanted to hang out. But the one time that Strawberry came to visit Pinkie and Granny Pie, right before they moved to Ponyville, was the one time that would stay cemented into Pinkie’s memory forever.