Pinkie sped through Ponyville, she was determined to say hi to all her bestest friends. She arrived outside Fluttershy's house. She rapped on the door, then stopped rapping, got off of the door and knocked on it. Fluttershy opened the door sheepishly, but then smiled once she saw Pinkie.
"Oh, hello there Pinkie, what are you doing here today?" She said it with more sincerity than someone signing off a letter.
Pinkie replied joyfully, bouncing up and down on the spot "Oh, I just came to say hi! Hi Flutters!"
Fluttershy smiled warmly and giggled "Hello to you too Pinkie." A small bunny poked her leg with the urgency of a man who had to withdraw money to pay for an arm replacement. Fluttershy looked down at Angel, then smiled. "I'm sorry Pinkie, but I have to feed the animals now. Maybe we can talk later?"
Pinkie smiled with a smile that would cheer up a man who just found out he had no money to pay for an arm replacement, and had to wash plates for money. "Sure Flutters!" She then departed hastily, excited to say hi to her other bestest friends.
It was now night-time, the *audible page flipping* crepuscular stars in the sky shone with excellency.
Pinkie stopped running "The what stars?"
The crepuscular stars.
Pinkie looked confused "Confused is right!"
It then occurred to Pinkie that crepuscular meant Twilight.
Pinkie smiled slightly "So Twilight is crepuscular?"
You might even say she has a lot of crepuscularity (The quality of being crepuscular).
Pinkie giggled slightly "That word is almost better than kumquat, or pickle barrel!"
Pinkie ran along the path to Sweet Apple Acres, she jumped into a barrel filled with apples, then jumped out of one several yards away. This surprised Applejack quite a lot, especially because of the fact that to barrel was not big enough to fit a pony in, let alone transport them short distances.
"How ya doin' Pinkie?" asked Applejack, regaining her train of thought and continuing to fill bushels with apples.
"I'm doing juuuuust great Applejack! I'm going round Ponyville and saying hi to all of my bestest friends, I might say hi to my best friends tomorrow, then all my friends the day after!"
"Wow Pinkie, sounds like a lot of work, shouldn't be to hard for ya'll though, should it?"
"Nope! I've already done 1 2 3 friends, 4 counting you!" She was holding her hooves up to count, all four, she was still standing up "And I've kind of said hi to Twilight, but I might have to do it again because I don't think it counted" She held up a fifth hoof "Then that's all of my friends!"
Applejack smiled "Well then, are you gonna be gettin' along then?"
"Yeah, I should! Don't wanna keep Twilight waiting!"
As she departed she left a pink blur in her wake, as she tended to do from time to time.
She appeared outside Twilight's library, almost literally, the speed she was going would have made any physicist quit their job and become a part-time ceiling fan. She knocked rapidly on Twilight's door, Twilight opened it. She was covered in ash and what seemed to be small alarm clocks.
She looked busy "What do you want Pinkie?" She sounded busy "I'm busy" She was busy.
"I just wanted to say hi to you! Hi!" The door slammed on Pinkie's face "Ow! What's gotten into Twilight?" She shrugged and bounced towards Sugar Cube Corner, to finally go to bed after accomplishing her task.
Twilight sighed and brushed what can now definitely be identified as small broken alarm clocks off of herself. She walked down into her basement and continued cleaning it. There was ash and small alarm clocks everywhere. Most of the alarm clocks were broken, which tends to happen when they are in an explosion. She looked at her desk, not in a way that suggested she was about to do something important, more of a look that showed urgency, but not productivity. It takes 15 years of studying, 17 years of non-stop meditation and 19 years of non-stop desk-staring to know what that look is. It's all a fairly big waste of time, seeing as you gain nothing useful from the 51 years of learning, apart from knowing when someone isn't about to do something productive. Twilight sat at her desk. She smiled and ended the story, then she submitted the story. She leaned back "There, an average day in the life of Pinkie, done! Right there!"
I sat at my desk. I smiled and ended the story, then I submitted the story. I leaned back "There, an average day in the life of Twilight, done! Right there!"
Celestia sat at her desk, she turned towards you (Or whoever is reading right now, it's probably you, but you never know) She had a look of seriousness on her face "Now stop it, this is getting silly, we will have no silly things here please, thank you. Now be on your way!"
And now for something completely different, The End of the story.