• Published 11th Mar 2014
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Before Ditzy's Eyes - DerpyHD



This is the sad story of how Ditzy Doo's eyes became the way they are today, also, what was Ditzy's relationship with Soarin? All credit goes to LolCyprus, storyline based on 'Ditzy's Eyes' by LolCyprus. Storyline used with

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Chapter III

Ditzy turned around and flew away, quite slowly and clumsily, and Soarin silently chuckled to himself before closing the door and leaning on its hard body. He exhaled and quickly peeked out through his window, just in time to see Ditzy fly out of sight. This was impossible. He never thought in his whole life that his marefriend may be the mailpony of Ponyville.

After that, they both went about their ordinary, daily lives and went to bed quite tired, but neither could fall asleep, excited about tomorrow.

The next day… 11:55 a.m

Ditzy woke up and yawned. She then sat up and stretched out her wings further than she knew she could. She then flapped her wings and was suddenly up in the air. Just as soon as she had woken up, there came the sound of a hoof knocking on the door.

Now who could that possibly be so early in the morning? Ditzy thought before looking through a small hole in the door he had recently installed, so that she could see who was knocking.

As soon as she saw Soarin was at the door, she recoiled as if she had been shoved in the chest.

Impossible! He told me he was going to come at 12!

She looked at a clock on her wall and gasped. It was 12! Quickly, she scrambled to the toilet and positioned herself in front of the mirror, fixing her mane with lightning speed, before the knocks sounded a second time. She turned around, a look of panic on her face and then quickly continued to make herself look presentable. She then bolted to the front door and before opening it, she made sure she was calm and composed, as to give the illusion that she had been expecting him. Then she opened the door.

“Hey!” They both said at the same time, causing them both to blush and giggle a bit.

“It’s great to see you!” They both said again at the same time. This time, it wasn’t so funny.

“Well, this is awkward,” They both said at the same time yet again.
` This has got to be a joke! Ditzy said, trying her hardest to supress her laughter, with no clue that Soarin was saying the same thing. To avoid anymore awkwardness, Ditzy flew over to Soarin and embraced him warmly, saying it was great to see him. As she (reluctantly?) released him, he proceeded to call her a mind reader.

The weather was perfect for a picnic, so that is exactly what Ditzy suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Soarin said, smiling warmly.

Ditzy started to walk inside. “I won’t be a second, I just have to make some sandwiches. Do you prefer grass or herbs?”

“Just grass would be beautiful” he replied, “But you really don’t have to worry!”

“What do you mean-“Soarin stepped aside to reveal a picnic basket full of all sorts of great stuff, ranging from grass sandwiches, to carrots, to apple cider.

“Oh thank you so much!” She said, and she truly meant it. “Where did you have in mind?”

Soarin explained the place he wanted to eat at and asked if this was okay with Ditzy, who nodded vigorously, saying that she would have said the same thing.

“Wanna race?” She said all of a sudden.

“What?” Soarin asked, bewildered. Had he heard the mare right?

“Would you like to race me there? She asked again, somewhat calmly.

“Sure, if you don’t mind losing!” Soarin grinned.

Ditzy laughed. “Oh, you’re on!”

Soarin grabbed the handle of the basket between his teeth and slung it onto a harness on his back, before getting ready.

“Okay. I’m counting us in. When I say ten, we fly. Got that? Or do you need me to repeat it?” Ditzy smiled mischievously.

Soarin nodded his understanding and grinned. “It’s not too late to back out yet and you know… save your dignity,”

Both the ponies were in a state now, ready for anything.

“Not gonna happen!” Ditzy laughed. “It’s gonna be your dignity left in tatters when this is over! Alright. Ready to start?”

Soarin adjusted his hoofing and nodded solemnly.

“Alright. I warned you. One… two… TEN!” Ditzy shot forward with the elegance and speed of a bullet, leaving behind a cloud of dust.”

Soarin coughed to clear his lungs of the dirt and laughed, before shooting forward, leaving a somewhat larger cloud of dust.