//------------------------------// // The Essay // Story: Give Back My Baby // by A cubed //------------------------------// A/N Motivation: sad and depressing Derpy and/or Dinky pictures, combined with bad brushes with the CPS (my parents divorced, bitter custody battle), combined with no knowledge of Doctor Who. So, the Doctor disappears, leaving Derpy alone to take care of Dinky. A branch of government takes Dinky away because they think Derpy is mentally retarded, even though she isn’t. This is my first really angsty story, but not too angsty, because it’ll have a happy ending. No grimdark, no downers. Now, before I repeat the fiasco with my music-based story, here’s this one. End A/N /x/x/x/ From the Desk of Mrs. Cherrilee /x/x/x/ ‘My name is Apple Bloom, and I like to Crusade with my friends.’ ‘My name is Diamond Tiara, and I like my daddy’s money.’ ‘My name is Sweetie Belle, and I like to Crusade with my friends.’ ‘My name is Twist, and I like making my peppermint.’ ‘My name is Scootaloo, and I like the awesomest pony in Equestria, Rainbow Dash. Oh, and Crusading with my friends.’ Cherrilee sighed. Her class had completely missed the point of the essay. This was supposed to be about something important, something they could say to the class that would leave a lasting impression on them. Not just any old thing they liked to do. Oh, well. The magenta mare steeled herself to start reading the essays, and tried not to judge too harshly. They were just foals and fillies, after all. After twenty painful minutes of reading twenty half-pages that clearly hadn’t been worked on for the full three days’ worth of time, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was down to the last paper. It belonged to a miss Dinky Doo. The teacher groaned, regretting that she hadn’t organized at least by name. Zinnia Zoomer’s paper was probably the least bad in the whole pile. Now, Cherrilee knows that Dinky isn’t dumb, but, she is a bit slow sometimes… like her mother. So, the pink-and-white-maned mare readjusted the lamp and started to read. Immediately, she noticed something peculiar. Not only was the entire first page filled out, but there was writing on the back as well! And it was in the five-paragraph form, too. ‘Finally!’ she said to herself. ‘Somepony actually put some work into this one!’ and so, after recovering from the fact that Dinky Doo wrote the longest paper, Cherrilee began to read the final pages of the day. There were many spelling, grammar, punctuation, and usage errors, but, Cherrilee managed to push on through. /x/x/x/ Dinky Doo’s ‘I Like…’ Essay (for the reader's convenience, edited for spelling and grammar) /x/x/x/ My name is Dinky Doo Hooves, and I like it when my Momma smiles. Momma has funny-looking eyes, but not in a bad way. When one looks up, the other looks down, and when one goes down, the other goes up. When Momma plays with me, she makes funny faces with her eyes to make me laugh. They’re just a little different, that’s all. Momma told me that when she was a little filly, she had a bad accident, and now her eyes don’t look right. Momma said that she can still see right out her eyes, even though they don’t look right. But, a lot of ponies are still mean to her, and to me. They make fun of Momma because of her funny eyes. I think that’s so mean. She can’t help it. It’s like making fun of somepony because they don’t have a Cutie Mark. Some ponies even make fun of me because my Momma looks different. But some ponies are nice to us. Daddy loves Momma and me. All the ponies that Momma gives their mail to are nice to her. My babysitter Amethyst Star doesn’t make fun of me or Momma, and one time, she yelled at some mean ponies who were talking bad about Momma to me. Pinkie Pie is friends with us. She even threw Momma a birthday party one day! A lot of ponies came to that party, so much that I couldn’t even count them all. And I can count to twenty-three! Even though we have friends and Daddy, sometimes I hear Momma crying in her bedroom. Whenever I hear that, I march right into Momma’s room and give her a big hug, because I know somepony must have been mean to her. Momma always stops crying when I hug her, and she hugs me back. I always say ‘I love you, Momma!’, and then she says ‘I Love You Too, Dinky’ and that makes me happy. When I’m happy, I smile, and when I smile, Momma smiles. When Daddy comes back from work, I go tell him that I cheered Momma up. Then Daddy tells me to go play, and looks for Momma. When he finds her, he hugs her, and then they kiss. On the mouth. I think that’s gross, but Momma and Daddy tell me that that means they love each other. I guess that means that when they do gross things, like that special wrestling they did that one day, it means love. I don’t understand it, but Daddy says I will when I grow up into a mare. Momma and Daddy have to work a lot. Momma is a mailpony, and Daddy fixes things with a screwdriver. He says it’s magic, but I think he’s lying. Doctors don’t use magic! Daddy is silly. I said that to Momma once, and she said that everypony is silly in their own way. She’s right. Daddy says silly things, Momma has silly eyes, and they say I’m silly just like them. Even if it’s just the three of us, I love my big silly family. ~Dinky Doo Hooves~ /x/x/x/ Cherrilee was speechless. After reading the paper once through, she rewrote it onto a separate paper, fixing all the mistakes, and tucked it away in her saddlebag behind the desk. ‘I’m sending a copy to Ponyville Express first thing in the morning.’ She mused to herself. After dabbing her eyes once more with a tissue, Cherrilee grabbed a pen. On Dinky’s paper, she wrote ‘A+’, then set down the pen. Never did she think she’d see the day when she saw Dinky’s name and an A on the same paper. It almost felt like a dream. Speaking of dreams, Cherrilee’s bed at home was calling her name. So, she went home, and went straight to bed. Before she fell asleep, one thought passed through her mind. ‘I’m sorry, mother…’ /x/x/x/ A/N Cherrilee's a moderately major character. You'll see why soon enough. If anypony is a Dr. Who fan, please contact me through PM for FFnet users, or Comments through FIMfiction users. I may or may not have a request for you. Anyways, the plot drama will really start next chapter. So until then, please leave a review/comment/whatever so I know people like it before I continue on. I also want to know how well I did in-a-child’s-eyes writing. Also, if you’ve read this, and liked it, then please drop by my page and visit my story ‘The New Singer’. I made a bit of a major oopsie in the first chapter because my Author’s Note was over 500 words long… and 30% of the story. I’ll be editing that to be shorter very soon, but I got a lot of dislikes. Like, 400% more than my likes. So, if you could please balance the scales to give the story a chance to be read and critiqued, I would be most grateful to you. End A/N