My eyelids fly open, and I lick my lips. Huh? Where’d my cake go? Sadly, I realize it was only a dream. I flip off the covers, catapulting them onto the ground, and started about my morning business. Leaping down the smooth stairs, I prepared myself some chocolate cake from yesterday. I had thrown it in the fridge to keep it cool. I open up the container I put the cake in, and cut a sickingly sweet slice. Taking a bite, chomping through the icing and fluffy cake, my taste buds cheer and jump. Boy, was that good cake! I finished the slice in 10 seconds flat after the first bite. Reaching for the knife to cut more, I suddenly slap my hoof. One slice a day, and no more, brain. Got it? I want that cake to last. Gazing at the clock, I realize it is 10:28 A.M.
"The library should be open now. Let's see how magical this pony is."
Opening the door, I walked outside and saw dark clouds on the horizon. Not good. I considered different plans in my mind- like should I stroll in and act superior? Or be friendly but quiet? My hooves led me towards the library and I wondered if I should knock. This is a home and a library isn't it? Bringing my hoof to the door, I knock three times. Tap, tap, tap. My mind had decided that I should be polite. I heard a loud thud after I knocked, and pattering hooves. "One second!" Twilight yelled. At least, I assumed that was Twilight. Soon the door opened to reveal a purple unicorn. She seemed to have brushed her mane in a hurry, and her eyelids dragged down a little.
"Hi, I'm Flash. Remember me? From the party last night?" I put on a smile. This was not what I expected. Books everywhere, and a little dragon putting them away. Twilight saw me staring at the dragon, and swiftly introduced me.
"Spike! We have a visitor. So this is Spike, my assistant, and Spike this is Flash, our new neighbor." I smiled and waved a hoof at him. He seemed genuinely friendly and not a fire-breathing, roaring dragon. Spike waved and smiled, then went back to work. "So anyways, Flash, why are you here? Do you need a book?" Twilight asked. My plans had shattered in my mind, and because of my messy mind, I quickly go with Plan B.
"Yes, I was looking for a new book to read. Something to keep me busy when I can't sleep." I lied. I always fall asleep, and I always sleep soundly. Twilight invited me in, and I looked about the shelves for something even remotely interesting. I pulled one out of a shelf and it read: Advanced Unicorn Magic. Twilight grabs it in her purple light and puts it away. She grins sheepishly.
"Sorry, I have a ton of magic books here. Look over on that shelf. My friend Rainbow Dash..." I stop listening to her and fly over to the shelf. All of the books there are labeled as adventure books, so I randomly pick one of its perch. Daring Do and the Griffon's Goblet sounds interesting. I zoom over to Twilight to check the book out. Before I leave, I apologize, "Sorry if I distracted you from studying." Twilight just says it was really no problem, but I don't believe her. She seems to be a study queen! After that, I walk outside only to realize it's raining. My house is across the street, across the pools of mud, across the puddle. I feel my coat and shiver. That'll take a while to clean out. I tuck the book under my wing.
I start to edge across the street, as my feathers aren't waterproof, only to feel no rain. Cool! I trot faster, and see a magical aura protecting me from the rain. I look back at the library and grin. At least she isn't mean or ignorant. I start to move faster across the mud so I don't waste time standing around and wasting her magic. That wouldn't be neighborly, and in my old town I was the most neighborly pony you'd ever meet. I saw mud splash endlessly onto the aura, and I grimace. I hope she doesn't see that! I stand on the doorstep to my home, and then think about our short conversation. And I face hoof. I didn't even talk to her about magic, like I wanted to, to know more about her. I mean, what does she learn all day? She must've run out of books to learn magic from by now. I shake off as much mud as I can and step inside my warm house. I throw the book on the table, and soar upstairs, mud dripping to the floor anyway. Time for a bath, I think. Yuck!