My Friend Ditzy
Chapter 3- Revelations
by WeirdBeard (who was violently corned by guru to finish this, call the cops!)
Props to MagicLlama helping out on editing again.

We had arrived back at my home and I gently set Abby onto the couch. Her frame was very lightweight and easy to carry. I always joked with her husband that she was going to be picked up by the wind some day if he didn't hold onto her. I shrugged back at Ditzy and replied, "Hard to say kiddo, your guess is as good as mine. I've never really been in a situation quite like this."

Ditzy glanced at Abby's sleeping figure and then back at me. "How did she know my name?"

"You'll probably have to ask her that one. Just a sec," I excused myself and walked into the bathroom. In order to answer the questions she would have, I would need to get my own answered first.

I returned back with a damp cloth and placed it on Abby's forehead. "Guess it's the waiting game until she wakes up. Mind if I ask you some questions in the meantime?"

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Ditzy asked while sitting down in a more comfortable position. She happily bit into another muffin that she had cooked up that morning.

I thought for a long time about that question alone. What wasn't on my mind? This all seemed so impossible, a talking pony in my living room. A brief memory of my son's obsession with sci-fi and mythology when he was a child came to mind, but that was years ago and he had long since moved on from it. Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand to attend to. I chuckled a bit, causing Ditzy to tilt her head in confusion.

I shook my head. "I have no idea where to begin. Where you came from, how you can speak, the storm that night you came here, why you like muffins, how you knew how to work the stov-"

"Whoa, hold on!" Ditzy exclaimed and waved a hoof. "Who doesn't like muffins?! That's just silly!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but no coherent thought came to mind. "Heh, I guess you got me there. How 'bout I answer some of your questions first while I gather my thoughts?"

"Alright... if you don't mind me asking... what are you?" she asked, eyeing my probably curious appearance as well as Abby's.

I took a seat on my armchair and leaned back. If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me th- sorry, reminiscing again. "The long and short answer of that question is that I'm a human."

"A human," I replied with a smile. I glanced at the coffee table and noticed the weekly paper spread over it. On the front page was a picture of a grinning businessman shaking a scientist's hand. He had been in the news a lot recently, funding inventions and becoming a poster-boy of innovation. Might as well use him as an example.

"It would take a long time to explain what humans are completely, but basically... we're adventurers, creators, lovers, fighters, and rational beings that desire to learn more. Some are kind, some not much, but rest assured that you're safe here with us," I explained. Ditzy seemed to accept this answer and nodded. I continued, "Okay, my turn for a question. How do you know how to speak?"

"Oh, that's easy, my parents taught me! Well, they helped at first and then I learned more at school. Good thing we both speak Equestrian!" she joyfully asserted.

There was that word again, Equestrian. Some European country maybe? Probably not, but it's hard to say with how often power has changed hands in the third world. Focus, Cecil, talking pony. "What about the oven and the bathroom? They didn't seem to hinder you at all!"

Ditzy giggled. "That's because everypony has those! I love to make muffins with my oven; blueberry, banana-nut, chocolate chip, all kinds of muffins!"

She nodded. "Yep! Pegasi, earth ponies, and unicorns! But then again there must be tons of ponies here too, right? You weren't too surprised about me until I spoke."

"Well, yes and no. There are horses and ponies, but not any pegasi or unicorns like you say. Certainly none that can even speak for that matter either," I explained.

"We are in good ol' Montpelier, 'the gem of the Northwest' as they used to say. This has been my home for quite some time now," I replied and gestured with an open hand around the room.

Ditzy mulled this over for a moment, more questions probably arising from the answer. "Mont-pill-yer," she sounded out. She smiled and her eyes lit up as she questioned, "Isn't that really close to Baltimare and Fillydelphia?"

I chuckled briefly before I realized she was serious. "Baltimare and Fillydelphia? Can't say I've ever heard them pronounced like that. Unfortunately no, to answer your question, Baltimore and Philadelphia are on the other side of the country."

A look of confusion washed over her face. "Then... how far are we from Equestria?"

I frowned slightly and said, "I'm afraid there's nowhere around here with that name. Sorry, but I think you're a long way from home."

"B-b-bu-but-" Ditzy stuttered. Her whole demeanor was quickly changing for the worse as her bottom lip quivered and her wings hung limply at her sides. The sad reality of the situation was sinking in more and more. "What about Ponyville? What about my friends? What about-" she gasped and brought herself up on all fours. "My little Dinky! Who's going to take care of her?! She's all alone! How could this happen?! I have to be there!" Ditzy yelled hysterically, stomping a hoof.

"MY DAUGHTER IS ALONE AND I'M STUCK HERE!" she cried out loudly. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she looked up at me. She collapsed back onto the floor and continued to weep. "I just don't know what went wrong," she mournfully whispered.

To hell with it all. Maybe I didn't understand everything that was going on. There are a lot of things that don't make sense to me. But one solid fact that I do know is that no parent should feel what Ditzy was going through right now. Losing a child is unbearable. No. She wasn't going to be alone in this. Somehow, some way, I would get her home.

I slowly knelt down next to her. Despite the fact that her eyes were shut tight and still tearing, she sensed my proximity and embraced me. I was surprised at first, but I returned the gesture as she buried her muzzle into my chest and quietly sobbed. "It's okay... it's okay. We'll get you home. I promise."

I wish that I could say I was able to fully console this poor mother at that time. However, timing is, as it always will be, a fickle maiden.

The loud interruption broke our moment of silence and I quickly returned to Abby's side. "Hold on! It's okay, Abby, everything's fine!"

Seeing how this was getting nowhere fast, Ditzy promptly placed a muffin into her open mouth. The strange action startled Abby for a moment, but the tasty morsel began to work its magic. She sighed contentedly and grabbed it properly while taking a bite. I raised an eyebrow at Ditzy for the peculiar action, but she shrugged it off. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Mmpfffmpfh-" Abby loudly mumbled, her mouth full of muffin. She swallowed and drew a sharp breath. "Cecil! What on Earth is going on here?! That pony just talked! Again!" she shouted, the memory of earlier returning to her. She pointed an accusatory finger in my direction and asked, "Did you drug me?!"

"Abby, no one's drugged anyone," I stated while rubbing my temples gently. "This is really happening."

"Oh no you don't, Cec, you're playing some elaborate joke on me. You probably called in a favor from your ol' military buddies and set up this fancy trick pony. It's really a robot that they made and all of them are laughing it up in the back!" Abby exclaimed, standing up to poke at my chest repeatedly.

I could only stare in disbelief at her. I mean, who wouldn't? That story sounded like a bad Adam West radio drama. Adam West? You know, that fellow wh- never mind, you're too young to have heard of him.

"Abby. Doesn't that sound just a little far-fetched? Why don't you just examine her? You're a veterinarian after all," I reasoned. .

Abby pursed her lips and glared at me suspiciously. She finally conceded and knelt down next to Ditzy. They looked at each other curiously for several minutes. Abby raised her hand slowly and cautiously placed it on the pony's neck. She gingerly touched her mane and traced down to her wings. Abby gently poked a feather, causing Ditzy to giggle. "Sorry, that tickled," she admitted.

"Oh my," Abby whispered. She glanced at me in shock and then back to Ditzy. "But I don't understand. How?"

Ditzy sighed. "I don't know. I was helping the weather patrol during this big storm in Ponyville when this giant, black cloud started making it worse. I tried to kick it into a smaller size, but there was this bright flash when I touched it. The next thing I knew, I landed here."

Abby remained silent. She continued her little examination of Ditzy, feeling her heartbeat and inspecting her hooves. After a short while more, she stood up and looked back at me. Her eyes seemed to ask aloud if this was truly real. I simply nodded. She shook her head and muttered, "I'm sorry, I just need some fresh air right now."

I opened the patio door for her as she walked toward my direction. Ditzy's eyes lit up and she asked, "Fresh air? I can help with that!"

Before either of us could reply, Ditzy charged forward and maneuvered herself between Abby's legs. Somehow her small frame fit onto the pegasus' back as she slipped on. Ditzy galloped out the door and sprung up into the inviting sky. Abby hollered and held on for dear life as Ditzy began flying with relative ease. I lifted a hand in shocked protest, but they were already high into the air before I could utter a word.

A/N:
I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY really sorry for the delay on this. A lotta nutso wacko stuff happened this last month and I finally just had to bunker down away from everything to start writing this again. You've probably noticed that I don't write a whole lot per say, but I think it's safe to reason that smaller bites as such make the story easier to read. Then again, that might just be me, crazy attention span and all. I sincerely apologize again though, I know quite a few who were chomping at the bit for me to finish up this chapter. I do promise though that the next will be up much quicker than this one. You have my word!

(And yes, I totally did screw up that last segment in chapter 2 where Cecil initially said Ditzy's name in front of Abby. Dag nabbit.)

((This muffin is delicious. Also, it totally wasn't just a storm that transported DItzy there, no cop-outs like that here. I promise I'll make it up to all of you, hang in there!))