//------------------------------// // She's nice. I am nice. - BonBon. // Story: Junior Gala: The golden girls // by the frank //------------------------------// A new sister. I got a new sister at the age of… whatever. I got a new sister. Happy birthday, well thank you, mutter. Minolta. It’s an ok name. As far as names go. Most names are ok. BonBon, Lyra, Fizzlepop. They work. Minolta is ok. Now where did I put that scissor… ah, there. Life is no picnic for anypony, really. And she HAS seen her share of misery. She is an orphan after all and I know, I KNOW that growing up in an orphanage is really not a bad thing. I mean, Lyra did and she is nooo...oot the best example of a sane pony. And I married her. What does that make me? She is nice. Yes. Nice. And very well-behaved. She is a bit absent-minded perhaps, but really, who isn’t? It’s a common trait these days. We need to get more washing-powder. If they went to the playground, we will need it by tonight. I’ll have to talk to Lyra about going shopping. ...Alsesta of all people, calling herself “mother”. Heh, Tartaros froze early this year. Freezing… It’s only one month until Hearth’s Warming. Need to start working on those candy canes. And fudge. Yes, fudge. Perhaps with some apple-brandy this year. And that rein-deer speciality… PolkaGrizz? Let’s do some of them. And she is such a good friend for Toots! ...Alright, she’s a bit immature for her age. But still. That ain’t a bad thing, fillies these days start to wear makeup and short skirts WAY to young nowadays. Poundcake came into my shop yesterday wearing… I wouldn’t even call it a DRESS! Well, Tootsie is NOT going to wear that as long as she’s under MY roof! Faust, that’s a big spider. Where does it get its food? There’re no flies in my home. Perhaps that’s the explanation. It’s good Toots has a friend that is a bit more conformative to the norm than Scootaloo. It’s good. Rarity has gotten a bit wider over her hips and heck does she look annoyed. I told her that’s what pregnancy will do to you. Yeah. Minolta’s nice. That’s it. That’s the bottom line. She is nice. I’m nice. A lot of ponies say I’m nice. I have friends. I have a wife. I have good business relations. I’m a sound mare with sound values. I’m also nice. All she is is nice. All I have ever been is nice. So why is it so easy for you to love her, when you couldn’t love me? Mutter? Why? I hate her. I hate her. I hate her I hate her I HATE HER! Why can’t she just DIE and leave us alone... *sigh* So. That was that. Time to make dinner. The girls will probably be hungry after playing all day. I think we will have spaghetti.