//------------------------------// // A Surprise Treat: 8 // Story: My, My - Little Pinkie Pie // by Ponyess //------------------------------// I had heard noises from the kitchen for a good while. Just had no idea what was going on. Once I finally did go out to see what was going on, I stop short, finding a large pile of pastries on the dinner table. Plates in front of every seat, aside from the one dead centre of the table, and one more on the corner, where no chair or seat used to be. There still is no seat on the corner, although there is a Muffin on the plate already. Maybe the greatest shock yet, is not just that there are pastries piled up on the plate, but who apparently had been baking them, for all the while I had heard these strange and unexpected noises. If I had expected to see my daughter, but the little pink pony standing on the table beside the extra plate. I certainly never had seen anything the likes, thus was never prepared for the sight. “Hitomi, what in the world of shadows possessed you into baking?”I inquired, before I had managed to gather the scene entirely. “Figured we could prepare the meal on our own, for once. They did look so delicious, I couldn’t resist!” she responded. “We? Who helped you bake all these Muffins?” I continued, now more baffled then in shock. “I did!” Pinkie Pie, the diminutive pink mare spoke up in response before I had managed to respond. “Who said that? Who is with you, Hitomi?” I demanded, in a more curious than actually angry tone of voice, maybe more surprised then in shock. “I am Pinkie Pie, the hyper, out of control Party Pony. I came to visit your daughter Hitomi the other day. I have been with her ever since. I just wanted her to smile and be happy!” the mare responded, in what would pass for a bemused giggle of a statement of facts that she thought should have been known. “Pinkie Pie? Who and what are you? I have never heard of or seen you before. I can’t even place your voice!” I pointed out. “Yes, Pinkie Pie, that is me. I am Pinkie Pie. I am a Pony, a mare. if you look closer I am also pink with a curly main and tail. That isn’t entirely true, you have heard of me and seen me on the film of your daughter Hitomi. You just never realised I could enter your home, did you? I guess it is one of my more obscure qualities or talents. It is referred to as Fourth Wall Breakage, which means I can see and break into the reality of yours. It enables me to spread more smiles and laughter, which is what it is all about!” the pink mare by the name of Pinkie Pie explained. After following the trail of the voice, I soon managed to see her. She was standing on all four little hooves, but twitching her tail and moving her mane in a strangely amusing way. Maybe I knew Ponies could move their tails, but they never move their manes, and by no means in a fashion anywhere like the way she did. “Pinkie Pie? Nice to meet you. I never spoke to a pink Pony before!” I pronounced. “I know. You all say that. There is a first for everything, just as Twilight told me. I am sure you have been told that too, numerous times. Either way, have a Muffin? They are delicious!” Pinkie giggled in response. “Oh well, I guess I could try one? Twilight? Who is Twilight? Muffins for Dinner? I guess that is a first, though?” I pondered thoughtfully, looking at the assortment of pastries, before I picked one of the small once on one of the plates. “You are sure to enjoy that one. Princess Twilight Sparkle is a friend of mine. On the other hoof, every Pony is a friend of mine. Muffins are yummy, good for eating. Just a matter of what you put into it, when and for what you have it!” Pinkie Pie pointed out. “Worth a try. You sure do look like the festive one, I guess every Pony love to be around you? What ever did you put into this one, Persilia, a hint of cinnamon and is that shrimp?” I responded with a surprised grin on my face as I bit into the Muffin I had picked up from the plate before me. “Sounds as if you found an appetizer Muffin, right there. These are intended to start off the dinner on a light, but appetizing note. Followed by the main course and concluding the meal with a sweet dessert. I had to make a few small improvisations, on the note of your preferences and dietary needs!” Pinkie responded. --- --- ---