//------------------------------// // A visit to school. // Story: Mission Impossible? // by bud467 //------------------------------// “So did you guys…” Nurse Warmhearts white coat did nothing to hide her blush. Twilight was blushing too, but her blush turned a deeper shade of red upon hearing the inference. She brought her forehooves in front of her face. “N-No! We wouldn’t!” she moved her hooves away from her face a bit. “W-We aren’t even dating.” Nurse WarmHeart’s eyes widened. “Ooh.” ------------ Other pups had joined in the play and now we were lying on the ground panting. Rafe was roaring with laughter as we played. “You are good with children Tread.” He was still chuckling every once in a while after the pups tired out. All of the females began to clean the now dirty young ones, with the exception of one who seemed to have just entered adulthood and who seemed to have a interest in me. Almost as tall as me… I waved a hoof to Rafe as I departed and followed the young female out of the forest. When we reached the edge of the forest but far enough inside so nopony could see us, the young female stopped and turned towards me. “Tread.” Holy sh- my eyes switched to “What-in-Celestia” mode. The wolf took my face in both forepaws. “Stop it.” I quickly obliged and looked her in her eyes. “Y-yeah?” she smiled and pressed her muzzle to my snout. Wh-what? Whats- I recovered and pulled out of the ‘SURPRISE!’ kiss. “What was that for?” I could still feel the spot where our noses met. Still tingling… Her eyes had softened a little. “I always wondered what kissing a pony would be like.” She turned her back and began making her way back towards the den before stopping. She turned her head and looked at me. “I find you interesting, Tread.” She continued her way, her tail swishing happily from joy and love. A few minutes after she disappeared from view, my mind cleared. “WHAT THE BUCK JUST HAPPENED?!” --------- “Oooooh.” Nurse Warmheart eyes widened in interest. “So you came close?” Twilights face had turned very red after her recounts of what has happened recently. “I guess that could be said. Even though it was an accident.” She was tracing imaginary shapes on the table with a hoof. Then in a whisper, “Very close.” ------- Setting the event that had unfolded not even 5 minutes ago on the backburner, I stood up, I have more important things to worry about. I walked through the remaining foliage and found myself just down the road of where I needed to be heading, the school. I began my way down the road with a good pace. Slowly, I approached the school house and noticed that the fillies and colts had been let out for lunch and recess. I smiled, my memories of my time as a young colt flooded my mind. I was pulled back to reality by several gasps. “Wha-“ I looked around and realized the entire class was staring at me. “Who are you?” a small colt asked. I opened my mouth to reply but a certain small filly beat me to it. “He is the awesomest pony in the entire world!” Sweetie Belles voice cracked from excitement. I laughed and she blushed. “Thank you Sweetie Belle. My name is Tread” I felt a small poke on my flank and I looked to find a small filly with a big red bow on her mane. “Mister Tread?” I turned and sat down to try to be more at her level. “Yes?” She suddenly had a large smile on her face. “Why are ya here?” I sat straight up and smiled. “Sweetie Belle invited me.” The filly’s and colts ‘oohed and aawed’. A mare walked up to me and smiled. “You must be Tread.” She looked me over as if examining if I was stable. “Please come inside.” ------- “I really must be going.” Nurse WarmHeart said sliding off the chair she was occupying. Twilight stood up too and nodded. “It was nice seeing you again, Miss WarmHeart.” The two mares gave their farewells and Nurse WarmHeart departed for the hospital. Twilight sighed and walked into the library room where Tread had been sleeping and pulled a book from the shelves. As she was walking out, Twilight passed a book laying on the table. Spike must have been reading. Putting down the one she was currently levitating, she lifted the book and examined the cover. “Huh, no title. I should see if the title is inside.” She opened the cover and froze when her eyes caught the first couple words. May 14th I guess I am- She closed the book and shook her head. “No, I can’t.” Her curiosity was killing her. “The first entry and no more.” May 14th I guess I am going to start writing in this to let things out and for boredom. A couple days ago I think I killed my first enemy. Slashed him right across the throat. The poor bastard was pulled out of the trench by one of their medics on their retreat. Since then I have killed many. On the charge Yesterday, we gassed the enemy lines. When we reached the trenches, we fought hoof to hoof. I kicked off several of their gas masks. I watched them writher in pain and the feel of suffocation. I cannot write more as I have guard duty tonight. Twilight was at a loss. “T-That’s not Tread. He must have had grabbed the wrong journel.” She nodded her heart heavy. “It can’t be true.” ------- “And that’s how we subdued and calmed the Ursa Minor during basic training.” The colts and fillies clapped their hoofs together and were yelling. Cheerilee stood up and waved her hoof for the class to quiet down. “Any questions for Mr. Tread?” A sea of hoofs shot up in the air. I laughed. I raised a hoof and pointed to a young filly who was wearing a tiara. She looks like a snob… “Go ahead.” She put her hoof down. “How much money does a war hero get?” Cheerilee moved to shoot it down almost immediately. “Now asking another pony how much money they make is impoli-“ I put a hoof on her back, “Its alright.” She raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘Are you sure?’ I nodded and turned to the class. “Ms. Cheerilee is right. Asking another pony what they make is impolite, but I will answer this once.” I moved to the center of the classroom. “A Soldier.” I shot a look at the filly, who humfed. “Makes about 5000 bits a month.” “But you’re a war hero!” some colt added from the back. The class began to agree. I raised a hoof, but the children did not stop. I brought the hoof down on the floor and a sharp thud pierced the noise and the children quieted. “I just remembered something and I have to go.” The class protested but I smiled and thanked them for listening. I walked out of the classroom and toward the library.