//------------------------------// // 7 - How Equestria was Made (epyllion in fourteeners) // Story: Ponyville & Other Poems // by AugieDog //------------------------------// A proper princess has some things She hasta know for sure: To curb her horn; to fold her wings; To keep her hoofs demure; To nod at ev'rypony's bow When leading a parade— But not one princess knows just how Equestria was made. So while I've got you cornered here, Nopony else around, Unfold your each and ev'ry ear! My secrets will astound! Oh, Twilight, don't you give that look; You know you want to know! You won't find this in any book Or moving picture show! 'Cause farming rocks is all about The quiet, careful earth: I've often heard it sing and shout The story of its birth! *** Now, in the days before the sky Knew how to stay aloft, When water flowed out powder-dry And stones were squishy soft, The ponies all got so confused, They used to go to bed Upset and cranky, sore, abused And mixed up in the head. "This isn't right!" they cried, except It came out whispery As circling 'round their beds they crept— They slept while walking, see? "We plant our veggies in the field And watch them turn to seed! Our hurts get worse instead of healed! This isn't what we need!" They raged and stormed—that is, they tried, But all remained unswirled. "We're done with this! Yes! Let's decide To build a better world!" *** What's that? No, this was way before The pony tribes appeared. No horns, no wings, no hoofs. What's more, They looked, like, really weird. Like if you took a cotton ball The size of Fluttershy, And mooshed it up till it was small And round as apple pie. Ignite each cotton blob with flames, Unleash 'em in the air, And give 'em voices, homes, and names But neither hide nor hair. Excuse me? No! It's not absurd! It's history with quotes! I got this story word for word Straight from the planet's throats! It's odd? You bet! I'd call it strange! But true things often are. We've always spanned the weirdness range From close to very far! *** Now, where was I? Oh, yeah! The day The ponies met to plan, Debating ev'ry which-a-way The world and how it ran. They gathered under clouds where trees Grew down with dangling roots And eating snacks of waxy cheese, They spoke in cheers and hoots. "This isn't right!" they said again, Agreeing each with each— But each complaining mentioned, then, A diff'rent sort of breach. "The weather!" some collectively Insisted. "That's the worst! The sky and air should always be Above! Let's do that first!" "The ground!" another group proclaimed. "We need to get that set! Exchanging wacky dirt for tamed Will solve it all, we bet!" "The ambiance!" the third group said. "If we can so direct The interfacing zones instead, The nodes will all connect!" *** And no, I can't say I've a clue About that last complaint. But even though those ponies knew; Agreement there was faint. "The ambiance?!" The first group laughed. "The stuff designs itself! To concentrate on that is daft! Let's leave it on the shelf!" The second group gave nods. "The same With all your silly sky! To fix the ground should be our aim! That should solidify—" "A lot you know!" The third group sniffed. "Your stuff's so rough and base! We give the ambiance a lift, The rest falls into place!" They argued on into the night Which was as bright as day, Till two of them—one dark, one light— Stepped up and shouted, "Hey!" *** The princesses? Oh, wow! You know, I never thought of that! 'Cause they're the ones who took it slow And settled in to chat. They said, "Let's choose up teams and try To focus each around These diff'rent goals: to set the sky, The ambiance, the ground. "So those who have the expertise, The passion and the will For each of these, we ask you please To gather 'round until "You've reached consensus on at least The basic 'whats' and 'hows.' We'll change this world and tame this beast As much as time allows!" Excited, then, they settled in To see what they could do, And laughing, each group tried to win While 'round them flew those Two. *** And then— Oh, wow! You guessed it, Twi! 'Cause all those balls of light Began to shift, transmogrify, And change to scent and sight! The ones who worked to make the ground Grew mighty hoofs and legs To make the stompy sort of sound That makes rocks not be eggs. And those who worked to prop the sky Up where the sky should stay Grew mighty wings to help them fly And make the clouds obey. And those who did that other thing, Whatever stuff it was, They grew the horns that let them sling That magic spark and buzz. And then Equestria was made! The ponies hugged and cheered— Until they saw the Two had stayed Behind, had disappeared! *** They heard their voices from that place That wasn't anymore: "Enjoy yourselves with truth and grace And never be heartsore! "But if you need us yet again, Just call, and we'll be there!" Their whispers turned to silence, then, Were gone from everywhere. And that's the story! Nifty, right?! And true as true can be! You're welcome! It's been my delight To share some history! There's lotsa secret stuff inside The earth and sky and all, But if you listen where they hide, The weirdest stories fall! But yeah, we better get on back: The party's in full swing! It's time to drink and game and snack, To laugh and dance and sing!