After following Derpy around delivering mail silently for a while Vinyl thought striking up a conversation was a good idea.
“Do you want to talk about something?”
“Like what?” Derpy asked back.
“I don’t know maybe… what do you want to do at the Gala tomorrow?”
“Well I assume we’ll go to dinner before hand. Then once we arrive they’ll probably direct us into that main hall area like last year. I kind of just want to have some conversations.”
“Yeah I sort of want to do that to. Like talking to the Wonderbolts is always really cool. But I also want something exciting to happen. Make it a little more fun somehow.”
“Vinyl you better not be getting any mischievous ideas.”
“I’m not, I just wish it wasn’t all standing around and talking the whole time you know. When you’re younger the parties you go to have like games and stuff but when you’re older it’s just talking about the economy and stuff.”
“Yeah I guess I see your point. They should give us something to do and make it a little more fun.”
Derpy flipped open the next mailbox and slipped the letter inside. She bounced to the next one and did the same thing.
“How do you do the same exact thing every day?” Vinyl asked.
“Oh delivering mail isn’t so bad. You get some good exercise and sometimes you see ponies you’re friends with and strike up a conversation.”
“But you don’t get to express your emotions or have fun.”
“Vinyl you can still have fun being a mailmare, not to mention there are a lot of jobs a lot worse.”
“How can you have fun being a mailmare? All you do is go on the same route day after day putting paper in boxes for random ponies.”
“You can skip or hop or sometimes just make ponies have a better day by being happy. If somepony comes out to get the mail you can always talk to them and cheer them up. When nopony comes out to talk I just have fun by making up stories.”
“Stories?”
“Yeah it can be pretty fun. All you do is come up with a central idea and just make it the craziest thing ever. For example, how about I say, there once was a prince who was going to rescue a princess from a dragon. Now you add onto it.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Fine. I guess the prince gets to the castle and sees it is surrounded with lasers and flying sharks.”
“Cool. The prince is worried at first but then he grows butt wings and flies past the sharks and dodges the lasers then lands in the entrance of the castle.”
“Butt wings? Why does he have butt wings?”
“I don’t know, it just came to mind and I thought it was funny.”
Vinyl looked at Derpy with a weird expression but then continued the story.
“Ok he lands in the entrance and sees a giant timberwolf ahead.”
“He flies into the timberwolf and it is made of sand so it crumbles and inside of it is the princess in a giant jam jar.”
“The noble prince pokes the jam jar with his spear but it doesn’t break.”
“The princess’s head suddenly morphs into a tiger head and breathes fire which breaks the glass.”
“Her head turns back into a pony head and her and the prince live happily ever after.”
“That was the craziest story I have heard in awhile.” Vinyl said. “I didn’t even notice how far we walked until just now!”
“See I told you making up stories is fun. Let's do another one.”
Derpy and Vinyl went on telling stories back and forth until they came upon the last mailbox on Derpy’s route. She opened the mailbox, placed the letter inside, and victoriously rose up.
“The watermelon alien picked up her raisin gun and shot the plastic cup demon, turning him into millions of raisins!”
They both burst into laughter and a few ponies across the street looked at Derpy like she had turned her legs into wings and wings into legs. Vinyl and Derpy just kept laughing anyway and ignored the weird glares.
“We should write a novel with that one Derpy.”
“Yep, I wouldn’t say it was the most descriptive or even made sense but boy was it creative.”
They continued on walking to their house on the bumpy cobbled streets. Vinyl finally thought she understood why Derpy was so happy all the time.