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// Of Balloons, messes, and dresses 
// Story: My LITTLE Ponies: Ponies are Magic 
// by SenialHobo 
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As I pulled up, I had a terrible feeling that something horrible was inside the apartment… I got up and pulled out the groceries to take them in. I set them down, and slowly turned the knob, peering in…

“SURPRISE! I threw this party JUST FOR YOU! You seemed all sad and freaked out , and all sad, and I thought you needed cheering up! I found this stash of party stuff and I decorated and OHHH we can play pin the tail on the pony and hide and seek and oh we’re gonna have so much fun! I’ve never so excited, except for this one time when I first time when I met Twilight and I was all like ‘OHHHHH’ but I mean really what can top that I knew she had to be so lonely because she was new and-“ Pinkie said excitedly.

“Pinkie! I know, I saw it all.” I cut in.

“Oh, that’s right! Well we can still have super-duper fun!” She went on.
I smiled and I looked around the room. I suppose she had Twilight help with the set up, since the balloons were floating without helium, and streams had been hung everywhere. All the other ponies were starting to gather up. The decorations were a nice touch, but otherwise the place was a mess. There were books lying everywhere (or as much as my meager selection of books could cover), t-shirts lying in a corner, and my only flower lay broken, cut in two somehow.

“So, anything interesting happen while I was gone?” I asked.

“Uh… not much?” Twilight said uncertainly.

“was that an answer or a question?” I asked.

“uh…” Twilight sputtered.

“Nevermind. So, why are all of my books lying everywhere?” I asked.

“Well it’s not like you have that many. I live in a library you know.” She said.

“Uh-huh. I also know you keep it rather messy and make Spike clean up most of it.” I pointed out. “And the flower?”

“Well… ah was kind of bored, so ah figured ah’d practice my buckin’ on your flower… ah didn’t think it’d break so easily.”

“…well it’s a flower, not a tree…” I said, sighing and shaking my head. “And Rarity, I notice you have a nice little dress there. You know, last time I checked I only had sewing tools, no sewing material…”

“Well… I noticed these shirts lying in a wastebasket. I figured you didn’t want them anymore, so I cut a few pieces out…” she explained.

“…that was my laundry basket. Next time Sweetie Belle messes with your laundry, don’t complain…” I said. “Ugh, and that one was my favorite!”

Pinkie coughed.

“Ah, yes, Pinkie, I believe we have a party, don’t we?” I said, forcing myself to put it all behind me. (They are just as out of sorts as me. They're only going to be here for awhile I said to myself.) “I have something to show each of you!”