My Dad the Wonderbolt
“I never told you about that one?” my dad asked me as we walked down the hall to my room. I was sitting on his back like I always did whenever we came home from the Junior Speedsters Track and Flight meets.
“Uh uh,” I said.
“Oh, I thought I did.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “You sure, Scoot? I coulda sworn I’ve told you that one before.”
“Uh huh. I’m sure.” I was lying, and I know lying is bad, but it was my favorite story of all the ones he’s ever told me. He probably knew I was since he never forgets anything, but I think he liked telling it so much that he didn’t care I lied.
I have the best dad in all of Equestria.
“Well let’s get you in bed first. You’ve been up all day.”
He opened the door to my room. It was kind of dark because the sun was setting. He walked over to my bed and put his wing out. I slid down it onto my bed. That was always a lot of fun. I think he thought so too because he laughed.
I laid down in my bed, and he pulled the sheets up over me and tucked me in. I gave him the biggest smile I ever have, and he grinned at me.
“I’ve told you this one,” he said. He ruffled my mane.
I giggled. “So? It’s my favorite!”
He laughed. “I’m sure it is! So you want to hear it again?”
“Uh huh!” I nodded my head like crazy.
My dad laughed again and gave me a big smile. “Alright.” He took a deep breath like he always does before he tells me a bedtime story. “Now... where do I begin?”