//------------------------------// // Flashback: 2 // Story: A Pink Back Door // by Ponyess //------------------------------// ”You think Pen Pall will enjoy your package, Pinkie Pie?” Twilight Sparkle inquired. “Yes, of course she will. And not just because I send her a package by mail!” I responded. “Will she recognise you by name, when you signed it Diana Pie, or will it just make her confused?” Twilly continued. “Naeh, I doubt she will recognise it. Even if you know my middle name, it isn’t that widely known. At least, not outside Ponyville!” I pointed out. “I guess that was a clever ploy, Pinkie!” she responded. “Yeah, I guess it was. Since it was you, I did not even bother testing the enchantments you placed on these items. Besides, I know she will enjoy these. Now I will just have to put up a few more designs for you to enchant. Then Ditzy will be shipping them of, for others to enjoy!” I expressed. “I will do my best to make sure I can give you as many of these enchantments as you need, Pinkie, baring limitations imposed upon me by my schedule. Besides, Ditzy is a capable mail mare, despite all her other limitations and challenges. She is quite the enthusiastic mare, too!” she pointed out. “Oh yeah, being a Princess does impose a few limits on your time, Twilly. Yes, she certainly is. Guess this is part of why I love her so dearly. And she does take excellent care of her daughter Dinky, to!” I continued, smiling inwardly at the poor mare. “I am afraid so, but it doesn’t diminish my desire to help you out, any way and time I can, Pinkie. You of all Ponies would know this!” she prompted. “That is part of why I went to you in the first place, even if the small detail about you being the best, or only Pony to actually pull this through may have played a part too, Twilly!” I pointed out. “You seems to know everything, Pinkie. Particularly the things you are not supposed to know!” she exploded with mock indignation, thinking back to the time she came back from Canterlot High. “Right back at you in a Flash, but there are too many of Pinkie Pie, and not enough Parasprites? Either way, I know I will see you on our next meeting, Twilly!” I responded. “I will see you there too, Pinkie!” she returned with a smile as I slipped out the door. Of course I had enjoyed the conversation with Twilly, not just because she had performed the enchanting of the items I packed in small cardboard packages and slapped the address to individuals I expected to enjoy the surprise and gift, aside with my address on the opposite corner. With the address slapped on the front of the packages, I bounced off to Ditzy’s postal office, where I knew she was waiting, it is after all her office hour right now. “Hiya, Ditzy!” I exclaimed as I entered the small room where she sat waiting for her customers, hearing the chimes to go off as the door went up and once over as it slammed closed behind me. “Hiya, Pinkie. I take it you have something you need sent of to some Pony else out of town?” she responded with a grin all over her face. “Exactly. These packages need to be delivered to the addresses on the front!” I responded with a tentative smile in return. “I will slip them with the next deliver. First light tomorrow. Sounds right with you?” she put forth. “Yeah, that’s the stamps I slapped on the packages. Always a pleasure to see you, always the enthusiastic smile. And the delivery is always right, too!” I added jovially with a widening smile over my face. “The standard overseas stamps; that is quite correct, Pinkie. You are my best customer, by the stamp sales, aside from your generally friendly mood and how warmly you treat me in general!” she responded. “Considering how many friends I have, not just the once in Ponyville, I need to send mail extensively, and occasionally overseas as well. Besides, I can’t be mean, and not to such a nice Pony like yourself. I need to have a few enthusiastic and caring mares just like you around here. That isn’t just on account on your frequent muffins I bake for you, you know!” I responded. “Oh yeah, you do have more friends than most Ponies would even dare count. Even Unicorns of Canterlot, from what I heard recently. Of course I have to care for my daughter, and not just because she is the one thing keeping me up and enthusiastic. Even if your muffins does help me greatly, Pinkie. We do love you for providing them, just as we do love the muffins you bake!” she continued. “I always make sure to have a fresh batch of muffins around for when you come by, Ditzy. Both for you and your lovely daughter. Besides, I love having you over at the Sugar-Cube corner!” I put forth. “I’ll see you tomorrow, by breakfast time at the café, Pinkie!” she offered as I walked out of the office. “I am looking for it, Ditzy!” I responded as I opened the door. With that, I know that the packages will reach their respectively intended destinations. The girls living there would be surprised. Shock and joyful thrill would hit them as they opened their packages. In Equestrian terms, it would feel like the morning of Hearth’s Warming Eve, while they would say Christmas Day morning. Not that the words did make any difference to me. All I care about is the joy these girls would have, once their respective packages reached them, as they open their gifts and realised what fun they could have. why should there be anything more to it? The joy, the smile and the laughter is all I live for. I am after all the element of Laughter. Even if I had not seen the smiles or heard the laughters, I could move on towards the next goal, secure in the success. The girls will smile and laugh merrily as they are reached by what I had just sent their way. Maybe Ditzy could be quite the clutz and ditzy mare, but she is a good mail mare, just as she is very good with her filly. I don’t doubt or question her on these cases. --- --- ---