As I woke up, I was greeted by a new face. The old Horses along the full circuit of her Carousel was merely bland mannequin Horses, nothing personal. I had since long grown used to them. Only now I see a familiar face in my window as I open my eyes and look out the window.
Surprised and shocked, I noticed that these Horses moved along the circuit the along the circuit, as if this had been a Theme-park Carousel, not just the physical representation of one.
Furthermore, Pinkie Pie, the Carousel Hourse that is, is smiling back at me, with her common jolly smile, as if it had actually been her and not the mere Mannequin looking at me. Only these were constantly staring dead ahead of themselves, never looking in, into our home.
Guess I liked the Carousel Horses, now I will never see them from my window, ever again. They had been replaced with the Friends of ours, just a Carousel Horses, which is a sight to see. I just have to get used to it, right along with every other Pony in Ponyville. Every Pony to look in our direction, for which ever reason.
The Pinkie Pie before me is looking at me, giggling. I feel as if she was trying to say something, tell me something. Is this Pinkie Pie, or the Horse before me? Is there any real distinction? Does she even know she is a Carousel Horse. Did Pinkie Pie know what she was doing? Does the Horse before me reflect the actual, real and original Pony I know as Pinkie Pie?
“Good Morning, Sweetie Belle!” she then pronounced, winking at me, almost as if it had been her in the flesh before me.
“Good Morning, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, winking back at her in response.
“I think your sister Rarity is waiting for you downstairs, Sweet Sweetie Belle. Don’t leave her down there, waiting for you!” she pointed out, giggling all the while, her mane jiggling in the slight breeze.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. I shall not. Guess I will see you soon enough, too!” I responded, before I turned towards the door and trotted out, merely affording the door a moment of concentration it takes to open and close it on my way down.
“Good morning, Rarity!” I greeted her before I even saw her face.
“Good morning!” she responded as she saw me enter the small kitchen on the ground floor, just behind the Boutique.
“Did you by any chance look out through the window of your bedroom, Rarity?” I prompted as I sat down on my chair by the table.
“No, my dear. There is nothing to see outside my window, Sweetie Belle. Have you had one of these Nightmares again?” she offered.
“There is now. Pinkie Pie told me. I saw her right outside my window. She even urged me to get right down this very instant. Apparently she was right, you were waiting for me with breakfast!” I pointed out with a silly grin.
“Pinkie Pie? What in the name of Priness Celeste did she do outside your window at any rate?” Rarity responded.
“From what I could see, she is a Carousel Horse. You know, one of these Carousel Hourses that makes up the Carousel that gave your Boutique its name!” I responded.
“Wait, do you mean to say that Pinkie Pie is a Carousel Horse?” she opposed.
“You can go up to my room and see for yourself, right after breakfast. Right now, you need your tea and salad, if you don’t mind me saying so? Besides, I am hungry!” I responded.
“Oh. Yes, I guess I do need my breakfast!” she pointed out, slowly making an effort to calm down after her mental outburst.
“You will have to pour me the juice and salad for me. You know how I am with food. Seems I am the worst cook ever in all of Equestria. Burning Orange juice, what is that?” I pondered.
“Okay, here you go, Sweetie Belle!” she responded, pouring a large glass of juice and filling up the bowl for me.
“Thank you, Rarity!” I responded, taking the first sip of juice before stabbing the salad enthusiastically and starting off the meal.
“You are quite welcome, dear Sweetie Belle!” she merely responded as she turned back to her breakfast.
“Thanks for the breakfast, Rarity. I am going out now!” I put forth as I left the table after placing the bowl, fork and glass on the side with the rest of the dishes.
“You are quite welcome, Sweetie Belle. Have a great day with your friends now, and stay safe!” she exclaimed after me as I trotted out of the kitchen, through the Boutique and out the door, only to turn around to stare at the Carousel Horses.
As I stand there, staring, I imagined Rarity trotting up the flight of stairs to her room and stare out her window, only to see the Carousel horse staring back at her. Which ever face would be in her window? I had no idea, imagining my sister Rarity would let me know.
Once outside, I soon noticed, there were several Ponies staring at the Carousel. If I was the first to notice it, but I apparently am not the only one to know what had happened now.
Who or what ever was behind this change? Was it a prank? If so, who was behind it? Of course, it is something I know Discord would love to do and claim the questionable honour for. Yet, something made it feel as if it wasn’t him. Some Pony else had made this come to pass.
Had it been a scientific experiment, it would be Twilight Sparkle, our new local Alicorn Princess. She was well known for her vast list of scientific research, and her ample supply and skills in performing magic. Yet, that wasn’t the sense I had either.
It is not Cheeze Sandwich, not quite his kind of jokes and he is not in town. I have not seen him here since the last party he ended up helping Pinkie Pie throwing for our friend and Hero Rainbow Dash.
If the Pony Party Favour had followed them back, but he did not. Besides, he had specialized exclusively in the utilization of balloons. Rarity had explained, just how good he is. The feats he had pulled off. Pinkie Pie had enjoyed his Spy Glasses he made out of a single balloon.
I fear I was drawing a blank here, but then it hit me. The only Pony who could pull this off is Pinkie Pie. That is why none claimed an honour for this trick.
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