Chapter five
I paced back and forth in front of the table in the middle of my library. I have a foal to care for now. How on earth am I going to do it? I hardly know anything about foals! Is there-
“Good heavens, darling, calm down!” Rarity interrupted my thoughts. “I have SWEETIEBELL as my sister. I’m sure I can help you with her!” I looked at Rarity, who was rubbing her side-brains slightly with her hooves. I blushed.
“I guess my thoughts became words, huh?” I smiled as I stopped pacing. Rarity nodded. “Well, I may not know how to take care of foals, but I think I know how I can learn!”
“And how is that?” Rarity asked, her eyes looking at all the books.
“You guessed it,” I said as I started up my magic, “Books!” I took out a few books from the shelves that I knew mentioned foals. “Let’s see; ‘Foalsitting for Teenage Mares and Colts’. No, that won’t do. ‘Newborns for New Parents’. Close, but not quite…” I caught a glimpse of Rarity who had her hoof covering her face.
“For heaven’s sake, darling! Stop researching! I watch foals on a regular basis!” She said to me impatiently.
“What are you getting at?” I asked her, still looking through titles. ‘Fables through Foals’. I actually think that one is fictional…
“Let. Me. Help. You.” She spat out slowly, as if I didn’t understand English.
“And how do YOU know to care for fillies?” I asked Miss-Know-It-All.
“MY SISTER.” She replied. I dropped all the books and lowered my ears, blushing.
“Oh, right.” I said. Rarity and I looked at each other and burst into giggles as I put the books away. Rarity may act rude, but we all know she means well. Besides, that’s who she is. And we love her for who she is.
Rarity got out my chalkboard with her magic and she taught me how to care for foals. Amazing, I thought to myself. I knew that friends could teach me life lessons, but I didn’t mean that literally. Rarity even taught me about newborn foals. Changing them, feeding them, she didn’t teach me about the magic surges though. I knew that already. But she taught me also about how delicate young ponies can be. She taught me that Dinky is going to be very sensitive about her mother being taken away from her.
“Don’t worry, Rarity. I’m aware of the consequences that will result from this problem. Dinky will probably have some trouble adjusting to me being her foster-parent since she thinks of me as her teacher.” I said. Rarity nodded and put down the chalk as we heard hoof-steps coming down the stairs.
“Rarity!” I whispered. “Put the chalkboard away!” Rarity nodded and kicked the chalkboard with her hind-legs into the other room. I winced at the crashing sounds and was about to go check that nothing was broken, but then I saw Dinky appear before I had a chance.
“Where’s Mommy?” She asked in her shaky voice.