The Truth About Meanies
"Mommy," she asked, "why is Vanilla Kisses such a big fat meanie?"
I sighed, continuing to wrap the bandage around her bloody fetlock. I figured my little cookie could handle the truth. "Sweetie, do you want the right answer or the real answer?"
"Tell me both mommy!" she replied.
"Okay. The right answer is that Vanilla has low self esteem. That means she doesn't feel very good about herself. She tries to hurt and bully you and others to make herself feel bigger and more important."
"And what's the real answer?"
I took a deep breath. "The real answer is that Vanilla Kisses is a jerk who will grow up to be a lonely mare, if she doesn't change her ways."
My daughter frowned, but then lit up. "Well, I'm gonna help her. I'm gonna be her friend!"
Uh oh.
Speaking Terms
Yesterday my father died. Today I trotted through the Canterlot gates for the first time in a decade and a half. Guess which city my dad lived in.
Old Friends
"Hey Buck, why'd you quit polo? You were so good at it!"
"Shining, I believe you are the exception to the rule. I've found that following your dreams is rarely a profitable enterprise."
"Hey now, that's not true. You got Lemony Gems, right?"
"..."
"Right?"
"..."
"Another beer? On me."
"I... Yes please."
A Long Time
"Were you ever you ever happy on the moon?"
"After fifty years of strife between my sister and I, I was glad as ever for some peace and quiet. That lasted about six months. The rest of the time, though?"
"Yes?"
"Really, I'm not sure how Discord handled it as well as he did."
