Chapter 13: Pipsqueak
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's Account Of The Show
Sooo, it’s Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's turn. But first, recess. They’ll be up after recess. Diamond Tiara gives Featherweight two bits to go get their butler, Randal.
Lucky Featherweight, probably the lightest pegasus colt in the whole school—hence, probably also the fastest flyer in class. I'm not sure, actually. It’s not like we had a race or something.
Anyway, Randal comes with saddlebags full of something. Gryphon jewelry? Take a wild guess. I mean, he's got bodyguard ponies on both sides, right?
Well, my idea of bringing in stuff from the event went swimmingly. Not only am I the last to tell my story of the show (because of the stunt I tried to pull on Sil and Dai), I'm now also the one with the lousiest...what's the word?...Props?
But I still have a good story to tell – my night with Princess Luna.
Right. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, as expected, present their story together.
“Settle down, class! It’s our turn,” Silver Spoon says with that air of self-confidence that borders so close to vanity and pride.
“K, so we watched the show with our families from our own private box. We had a handsome crystal stallion as our guard. His name is Halcyon Lookout, and he's a private...” says Diamond Tiara.
“...Private First Class...” Silver Spoon says with emphasis. She probably thinks the words “private” and “first class” mean something fancy. Thanks to Button and his gaming ways, we know that’s the bottom rank, *snicker*.
“...under the Prince's command himself!” Diamond Tiara continues.
“So, okay, we had binoculars so that we could see the show as if we had front row seats...”
They continue on, emphasizing how our quaint little agricultural town had so many musicians performing that night. And of course there was Princess Twilight...
And yes, they showcase the jewelry they bought during the event. Shiny things for sure, but...
Boooriiiing!
They drone on about who they talked to, about the owner of a chain of fashion stores in Canterlot and how he is expanding to Manehattan and Fillydelphia and San Prance-sisco. And then there's this rich Earth pony who funded the research and development of a device that magnifies the gem-finding spell that unicorns use to find gems, so that any unicorn regardless of level can cast a gem-finding spell, and the device will magnify the spell over a 30- to 75-meter radius, thus negating the need for highly-paid, high-level unicorns. Of course, he owns the patent on the device, which will give him an edge up against his competition.
Maybe I can make a lemonade-squeezing machine so that I can make lots of lemonade in a snap? Hmmm, probably a good idea, yeah?
During the intermission, that's when Dai and Sil went down to the shops. There were shops of fashions from outside Equestria, books about art and culture, native zebra artifacts like seashell necklaces, mane-bands with fancy feathers, wall masks, carved stone paper weights, and door stops. There were also art shops that sold paintings and sculptures made of fancy stones.
Finally, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon lay out in nice rows on Ms. Cheerilee's desk the jewelry they bought.
Aaand I'm off to Sleepy Town. Cheerio, chaps! Wake me up when it’s my turn.
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“HEY! DON'T YOU COLTS SLEEP ON US!” Somepony’s high-pitched voice shouts in protest.
“Huh!? Wha?!” That wakes me up. Oh, it’s Diamond Tiara. Dear Celestia that filly’s squeals can wake the dead.
Oh, will ya look at that! All the fillies are in front, surrounding Ms. Cheerilee's desk. Scootaloo is also there, but barely interested. I’m sure she’s there only because her two non-tomboy friends are.
“Are you fillies drooling all over the 'gryphon crown jewels'?” I ask. I know, how cheeky of me.
Button, Featherweight, Snips and Snails, they all snicker.
“Oh, well how about I show you colts these babies?” says Diamond Tiara with a smirk as she reveals an awesome sight.
“GRYPHON CLAW GAUNTLETS!” shouts all of us colts in class while we practically stumble all over each other as we raced towards the Teacher’s desk. Ms. Cheerilee just stands there, enjoying watching us.
“Bejeweled...” says Diamond Tiara.
“With real gems!” says Silver Spoon.
“...gryphon claw gauntlets,” says Dai with a grin.
In an instant, we colts are there with our filly classmates drooling over the gryphon crown jewels. Some of us were literally drooling.
“I have never wished to have claws instead of hooves as much as I do right now,” says Button.
“Meee toooo!” says Snails.
“Class,” interrupts Ms. Cheerilee. “Careful, I think the claws are sharp.”
“Oh, but they are, Ms. Cheerilee! These are the real deal, after all,” Silver Spoon says.
“Oh my, well then,” says Ms. Cheerilee anxiously. “Class, back to your seats now. Come on, back to your seats. Thank you, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, for a wonderful presentation.”
Everybody groans as we go back to their seats in protest.
Oh boy, now it’s my turn!