The sun was setting, taking away its light for the day. Sunny Daze didn’t need the light of day to brighten her days.
Not at all. Cheerilee had just announced that the school talent show was in two weeks. The was the first one that she had an opportunity to participate in since she started going to school.
Maybe I’ll find my special talent! And earn my cutie mark!
She sighed wistfully, and rested her head on top of her hooves as she watched the sun set through her window. Anything could happen, and she would make the best of it.
First, she had to think of something to put on for the show.
She thought on it over the next few days, and brought it up with her mom over the weekend.
“You always liked to read, dear. I don’t know of many ponies who started as early as you did.”
Sunny contemplated as she took another bite of her salad. “But—”
“Not with your mouth full!”
Sunny finished chewing and swallowed. “But I don’t know how to turn a talent in reading into something for the show.”
Daisy chuckled. “That’s some gloomy thinking for somepony who claims they don’t like frowns. I’m sure you can think of something.”
True, Sunny thought. I still have over a week. I’m going to think of something. Something fun! I want to make everypony there smile.
But how do I make everypony smile? I don’t think reading is going to do that.
Sunny rested her head on the table and furrowed her brow.
I know everypony likes to read different things, but maybe if I pick something I really like, they will like it a little bit. If everypony likes it a little bit, then I can make them smile a little bit.
Her mom interrupted her thoughts. “Careful, dear.”
She sat back up and blinked. “Huh?”
“With all that thinking going on, you might strain something.”
A cold shudder ran down her body, and she asked, “What do you mean?” Will I hurt myself if I think too much?
“Nothing, dear,” Daisy said, and stuck her tongue out. Then she walked around the table to give Sunny a hug. “Now how about you go play with some of the other foals? I’m going to visit Dizzy. She’s in a tizzy over her upcoming certification exam.” She let go, and took a few steps towards the door.
“Hey, mom?”
“Yes, dear?”
“What’s a ‘tizzy’?”
“She’s flustered.”
Sunny Daze simply glared at the door as it shut behind her mom.