//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Finding the info // Story: The Perfect Pair // by CarolineCheney //------------------------------// Miss Cheerily is passing the tests back to us. I hope I got a good grade. Sweetie reassured me that everything would be fine, but I was still nervous. Then Miss Cheerily came to me. “Good work, Caroline!” She said giving me my test. The score was a 95%. I did pretty good! “Thanks, Miss Cheerily!” I say. I’m proud of myself, for the studying had payed off. Though, I’m still thinking about that dream last night. What was all that about? What were those creatures? And who is-er, was this Foxy? I had these thoughts surrounding my head when I heard Scootaloo ask: “Hey, what is that you’re drawing?” I was startled by her sudden question that I jumped a little. Wait. I was drawing? I looked down on my paper and sure enough, there was a rough sketch of a bipedal fox with a hook and eyepatch standing on a small stage and standing in front of the stage was one of those creatures. It looked exactly like the creatures, stage and fox from my dream. I was dumbfounded by this. I draw a lot sure, but never subconsciously. And even if I did, it wouldn’t have turned out as clean as this, nor take any recognizable form. “I have no idea.” I finally respond. We both stare at the picture confused. And then Applebloom piped in. “Wacha looking at?” She asked. “Some drawing Caroline made, but it has weird creatures in it. I have no idea what they’re supposed to be.” “I had a really weird dream last night that had these creatures. And I think the fox creature said his name was Foxy? Though it seems familiar to me in a strange way.” Applebloom looked at the drawing, then back at me. “Ya mean like a memory of some sort?” “Yeah! Kinda like a lost memory. Maybe my subconscious is playing tricks on me. I’ll ask Twilight about it when I get home.” “Welp, if you say so. I actually had something like that happen to me. I dreamed that I was smaller. And there were these two ponies, a mare and a stallion, and they acted like they were my parents or whatever. And it’s weird cause I have no memory of my parents at all. I was lucky that Rainbow Dash adopted me.” Well, on the flip side, she knows I’m not crazy. “But you’re right. You should tell Twilight about this. Maybe she has a book about this.” “Yeah, maybe.” I respond thoughtfully. Maybe. On the way home, I kept thinking about the dream and drawing. What were they about? When I reached the door and opened it, I was met with Spike hurrying out with a box of party supplies. “Auntie Pinkie throwing another party?” I ask, knowing the answer too well. “Yep! It’s Derpy’s birthday today.” Oh yeah. I forgot that her birthday was today. “Well, try not to let Auntie Pinkie wear you out. Okay?” “I’ll try.” He said as he made his way to the end of the block. I made my way inside and went to my room to put my saddlebags down. Then I went to look for Twilight. I first looked in the library, since she’s usually quite literally buried in books. When I got there, sure enough, that’s where she was. She must’ve heard me come in, cause her head popped out of the book pile to look at me. “Oh! Hey, Caroline! How was the test?” She asked excitedly as she hopped out of the pile of books. “It was great! Got a 95%!” I exclaimed as I proudly showed her my test. Her purple eyes lit up when she saw the test score. But then her face twisted to confusion when she saw the drawing. “Caroline? Did you draw this?” She asked puzzled. “Yeah, happened after I got my test back.” I said sheepishly. “Okay, but what even are those?” She asked with genuine confusion. “I have no idea. Had a dream last night with those things, and I was one of them. The smaller one. And after getting the test back, I wasn’t even paying attention until Scootaloo asked me what it was.” “Wanna talk about it? The dream, I mean.” She asked with intrigue. “Sure. Maybe it’ll help.” Where’s the harm in this? Maybe this could help me gain info about it. (After telling Twilight about the dream) “Hmm, maybe your subconscious is trying to get you to remember something through dreams? I think I have books about psychology and dreams. And if they don’t work, then maybe we can ask Princess Luna for advice.” “Maybe. Thanks Twilight.” We searched through every book on psychology and dreams in the library, only to end with disappointment. We tried asking Princess Luna, but even she doesn’t know what to do. So I guess I’m stuck getting weird dreams from lost memories of the past with weird creatures and a pirate anthropomorphic fox. Yay. I try not to think much about it as I head to bed. Before I got to my room, however, a pink earth pony with a darker pink crazy mane popped up in front of me holding a party invitation in her mouth. “Oh, hi Auntie Pinkie!” I say as my heart is still beating against my chest. “Hi Caroline! Can’t believe I almost forgot to give you and Twilight invitations to Derpy’s party, isn’t that crazy?” Aunty Pinkie said, hyper as ever. Her voice was muffled from holding the envelope in her mouth. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” I said as I took the invitation from the party pony’s mouth. “Can’t wait to see you there!” She said as she disappeared into a random vase. I always wonder how she’s able to break the laws of physics like that. I shrug it off since it’s her norm, and met Twilight at the door on our way to the party, since we don’t want to make Auntie Pinkie upset. Last time somepony didn’t come to one of her parties despite being invited, all hell was spawn onto him. I shuddered at the thought of the poor stallion covered head to hoof with frosting, streamers, and cake and was most visibly terrified of Auntie Pinkie’s wrath. When we got to the party, all of Ponyville was there, like always. And it was a blast. We wished Derpy happy birthdays, we had cake, and we had conga lines. When the party was over, I couldn’t wait to be under my covers again and succumb to slumber. Spike was already asleep on Twilight’s back, and I could tell that she couldn’t wait to sleep either. And then the time finally came when I reached my room and plopped face-first into my pillow and fell right to sleep.