Knew (Canoe) Jubilee

by Uncle Knot

2nd & 3rd Chapters

I awoke in a strange room and a strange bed. By looking out the window, I could tell it was either sunset or sunrise. Looking around, I saw my sack lying on the floor. I deduced that I must be in Aunt Julienne’s house. I guess I must have been a lot more tired after my long journey and exploration of Ponyville. I got slowly out of the bed (my bed?) and opened the door (my door?). I was at the top of a stair case with two opposing doors. I had a feeling some pony was downstairs. I went down the stairs.

In the kitchen, Aunt Julienne was chopping onions; she rushed to me and hugged me. She was crying. She was so sorry she had been too busy to come to the school and get me. She had gotten Derby to go get me, because Derby was the only one not doing anything. Apparently, I had fainted meeting my first dragon. I explained to my aunt that I had taken advantage of Derpy’s constant state of confusion to do my own exploring. I tried to look sorry. I think she believed me. I think I believed me.

Aunt Julienne was making stew for dinner. She explained it was her week. She and Aunt Caroline traded weeks to do the cooking. Next week we would be eating at Aunt Caroline’s house next door.

She came right into the house through the back door, not even knocking. We had stew for dinner, a mix of carrots, onions and something green. It tasted good. My Aunts tried to talk to me about my day. They had had a big order of carrots to fill and apologized for not being more attentive. After I had fainted at the library, it had put my Aunts into a sort of frenzy. They had both come to the tree house and fetched me home. So it appears the whole town knows about me now. He faints at the sight of dragons. They must think me a wimp.

I got an apple for dessert. Then I went up to my room to unpack my bag. Half way unpacked, I found a note from mom and a comic book. I guess I fell asleep reading them on the bed.

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In the morning, we had a quick breakfast. I grab my lunch bag and was out the door and halfway down the street before I realized I still didn’t know where the school was. I reasoned that I could follow the other students if I saw any. I noticed a strange puttering sound behind me coming up the street.

“Hey, Scootaloo, can you show me the way to school” I said as she zoomed on by.

I think she yelled back to me “Wes, bust eye rave sue top bye lair tea sand get wheat bees shell cursed.”

She was out of earshot before I could catch her. Still I persisted and follow her path. I arrived in the town square and now I realized where the library and train station would be. I arrived at the school before Miss Cherrilee started ringing the school bell.

A filly was apologizing to the teacher, “I had to stay home yesterday, my granny smith was having one of her spells.” I didn’t know her, but she probably was Apple Bloom. She had the nicest western (not southern) draw. I hope she was a good friend of Silver Spoon. The sound of Apple’s voice took me home to mom and Dodge Junction. It made me happy and sad at the same time.
There was a seat for me in the back row between Snips and Snails. They didn’t look happy about having me there. That morning Miss Cherrilee gave us new spelling words to learn, a history lesson on Equestria, and a math problem. At recess I followed the others out into the playground. Tiara and Spoon went to one corner of the playground. Scootaloo, Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom trotted to the other. I was about to follow Snips and Snails when Tiara said “oh look, another blank flank.”

Turning toward the cute fillies, I said “Yup, I won’t have a cutie mark for another year.”

They giggled, so I pressed “May I join you for lunch?”

“Oh, no” said Silver Spoon “We simply must not keep company with a blank.”

I turned away while they continued to giggle. To be rejected by my one true love even before I could confess my feelings soured my heart till it dripped poison into my lost soul. I sat down with Snips and Snails.

Apple Bloom came near and said to me “Don’t take Tiara and Silver Spoon too seriously.” Oh, the sound of home, that sweet melody that renews my heart and refreshes my spirit. Apple Bloom returned and sat with her friends.

Snips and Snails were arguing about some pony called Trixie.

“She’s powerful” said Snails.

“She’s great” said Snips.

“She’s great and POWERFUL” answered Snails.

“She’s GREAT and powerful” responded Snips.

“Are you ready for the quiz this afternoon?” I interrupted.

“QUIZ?!” they exclaimed.

“I have had a quiz every afternoon, since I’ve been coming to this school” I said not mentioning that this was my first full day.
“Will it be a math quiz?” asked Snips worriedly.

“I hope it’s not a spelling test” said Snails.

“It will be a math quiz” said Snips.

“No it’s a spelling test” answered Snails.

“Math” said Snips

“Spelling” responded Snails.

Ponies in school usually think of recess as a type of escape. Never was I so happy to be incarcerated into class before. Miss Cherrilee did not have a quiz for us. She gave a lecture on the wonder of Princess Luna and the generosity of Princess Celestia. Then we did math problems.

After school, Sweetie Bell and her friends were about to say something to me, when Tiara said “So the new blank flank is going to join the cutie mark questers.”

“That’s crusaders” exclaimed Scootaloo.

“Excuse me?” I asked, and then quickly turning to Diamond Tiara and smiling I said “You’re right, what value is there in a name. Let’s consider yours; diamond, a rare stone, cut to enhance its loveliness, finally polished and sparkling. As for tiara, a finely wrought half crown, a symbol of authority and splendor, a wired headdress made from something precious, fragile and delicate. In other words Diamond Tiara is HIGHLY OVERPRICED and EASY TO BREAK.”

She looked like she was about to cry, she turned and ran. Silver Spoon galloped after her.

“That was so cool” exclaimed Scootaloo.

“That was so mean” said Apple Bloom.

“She deserved it” said Sweetie Bell.

“You need to apologize” demanded Apple Bloom.

“Yes, that was nasty, I’ll do it tomorrow in school” I responded.

“No school tomorrow” said Scootaloo.

“I don’t know where she lives?” I questioned.

“We’ll show you tomorrow while we are CUTIE MARK CRUSADING” they shouted in chorus.

“You should see our club house” said Sweetie Bell.

“You should join our club” said Scootaloo.

“After he apologizes” interrupted Apple Bloom.

“Yeah, you could get a cutie mark in apologizing” piped Sweetie Bell.

“What would that look like?” whispered Scootaloo.

“Where should we meet?” I asked.

“We can meet at Rarity’s” volunteered Scootaloo.

“What’s rare-it-ies?” I asked.

“It’s my sister’s boutique” said Sweetie Bell.

“It’s where Sweetie Bell lives” said Apple Bloom.

“Don’t know it” I said.

“We could meet at Sweet Apple Acres” suggested Apple Bloom.

“Pardon, I don’t know that either” I said.

“What places do you know, Canoe?” asked Apple Bloom. Oh, the sweet joy her voice inspires, what rapture fills my heart to bursting knowing she knows my name. That I would be so fortunate that she would deem me worthy to remember, alas, do I deceive myself and make too much of this utterance?

“The train station, the school house, the Library, and Aunt Carrot’s” I said.

“Great, we can meet you at the Library” said Scootaloo.

“Very well, but wait, where are you going now?” I asked.

“To the clubhouse” exclaimed Scootaloo.

“We have some important business to discuss” said Apple Bloom.

“We’ll tell you about it later” offered Sweetie Bell.

“Shuss” said Apple Bloom.

“It’s a secret?” asked Scootaloo.

“Shuss” repeated Apple Bloom. “We will meet you, Canoe, early tomorrow at the Library” while herding her friends away.

“Good bye” I said turning away to go home. I wanted to make a stop first. ‘Cutie Mark Apology’, what would that look like?
I knocked upon the library door and the dragon opened it. “Hi, I’m Spike” he said.

“Howdy, er, Mr. Spike” I responded.

“It’s just Spike” he said, “I sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh no, er Spike” I said accepting his invitation to enter. “I was very tired and surprised. You are a dragon. You are supposed to be scary.”

“Please don’t encourage him” said the purple unicorn descending the stairs into the main room. “Hello, I’m Twilight Sparkle, we met yesterday, remember?”

“Yes, Miss Sparkle” I continued “I came to apologize for my poor behavior yesterday.”

“Call me Twilight” she said, “and nonsense, there are lots of crazy things that happen around here.”

“Really crazy” whispered Spike “believe me.”

“Who” said an unidentified voice.

My puzzled look prompted Miss Sparkle, “that’s my #2 assistant Owliwiscious”.

“I’m #1” said Spike.

“Who” said the owl.

“Me” said Spike.

“I have never seen an owl so big. Are his feathers very soft?” I asked.

“Yes” said Miss Sparkle, “how did you know that?”

“Back home, out west, on the Jubilee ranch, because of my allergy, I did all the odd jobs. When my sister found a baby owl, she named it Softy, it became my job to take care of him. I raised him, taught him to hunt, and let him go. He lives nearby in a cactus tree and patrols the cherry orchard.”

“You’re talking about Cherries Jubilee and her place in Dodge Junction?!” asked Miss Sparkle.

“Yes, Cherries Jubilee is my mom” I said.

“Who” said the owl.

“My mom” I repeated.

“My friends and I went to your mom’s ranch to rescue our friend” said Twilight.

“Rescue?” I asked.

“Our friend Applejack was too embarrassed to come home, so her friends and I went to Dodge to get her” said Twilight.

“I remember Applejack, she taught me some rope tricks.”

“Who” said the owl.

“Applejack!” said me and Twilight in unison.

“So Miss Twilight, you’re saying Applejack went maverick, needed to be lasso, corralled, rounded up and herded back to the fold” I said.

“As her brother would say ‘eeyup’” said Miss Twilight.
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The next morning as I knocked upon the library door, the dragon opened the door and greeted me in his ridiculous, had me giggling, apron.

“I’m making breakfast for Twilight” said Spike “come on in.”

“Is she up yet?” I asked not noticing her around.

“No, she’s still in bed” said Spike “want to see?”

“Who” said the owl.

“Twilight” said Spike.

“No thank you” I said while realizing that if Twilight was not up yet, that I had arrived before the cutie mark crusaders. I quietly followed Spike downstairs into the kitchen. He didn’t ask for my help and seemed to be doing fine. I busied myself counting the tree rings in the floor.

“Hey, Spike” I asked “does the library have a comic book section?”

“Yes, but it’s a secret” answered Spike “I can’t show it while Twilight is around. She doesn’t really approve.”

“Approve of what Spike?” demanded Twilight. She was standing in the steps that enter the kitchen with the Owlowiscious upon her shoulders.

“Good morning Miss Twilight” I said

“Good morning, Canoe” she said and then “Spike, I certainly don’t approve of having guests let into my home before I have gotten up in the morning. So what else do I not approve of?”

“Er…” stammered Spike.

“I had suggested that Spike put hot peppers in your breakfast to assist your efforts to wake up” I lied.

“No, I certainly would not approve of that” she said, “thank you, Spike, for protecting me from well-intentioned friends.”
As we munched upon breakfast (my second), I asked “Do you know how old this home is?”

“That’s a good question” said Miss Sparkle “I’ll have to ask Princess Celestia since I found no books about this tree house.”

“Maybe not” I suggested “I was trying to count the tree rings in the floor earlier…”

“There are 1,492 rings” interrupted Spike.

“By Celestia” exclaimed Twilight “that makes this house almost as old as Canterlot.”

“Actually, if I may correct a common historical error” I said. “The Canterlot crystal mines started about nineteen hundred years ago, and ponies often mistake that for the beginning of Canterlot. But in fact, Canterlot only became a royal seat of power for the ‘good king’ fourteen hundred and sixty three years ago. Therefore the house we are in right now eating breakfast is twenty nine years older than Canterlot.”

“You’re really surprising, Canoe. How do you know so much about history?” asked Twilight.

“I like to read” I responded. “May I ask how close are you to Princess Celestia, that you can casually ask her the origin of your house?”

“She’s her star pupil” offered Spike.

“Who” said the owl.

“Twilight” said Spike.

“Princess Celestia sent me here about 2 ½ years ago to make friends, so that I could harness the elements of harmony” said Twilight. “She assigned this tree house library to be my residence.”

“That means…” I was trying to say, but stopped as we could hear a knocking upon the door upstairs. “My school friends are here for me. Finish your breakfast, we have crusading to do.” I rushed upstairs and trotted to the door. Opening it I greeted Sweetie Bell, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, some unknown blue winged pony, and APPLEJACK!

“Hold on there, partner” said Applejack partially escaping my hug. “I thought it might be you, when Apple Bloom described her new friend last night at dinner. I just had to see for myself. What in tarnation are you doing here?”

“Mom sent me east to live with Aunt Carrot because of my allergy. I learned some new rope tricks, want to see em?”

“No need to show off, sugarcube” said Applejack “I believe ya.”

“Let go of my sister” said Apple Bloom. I complied.

“What were you doing inside the Library at this time of the morning?” asked Sweetie Bell.

“Having breakfast with Twilight and Spike” I responded.

“What? How did you get in?” demanded the blue pony.

“Howdy, my name is Canoe Jubilee, and you are? ...” I asked.

“Rainbow Dash, and don’t try to change the subject” she responded.

“Spike let me in” I volunteered.

“And why would he do that?” Rainbow pressed.

“Cause I knocked” I said.

“That’s telling her” interrupted Applejack. “Take my sister and her friends and do your crusading. Me and Dash have some talking to do with Twilight. See you later, partner.”

“Happy trails, partner” I said, leading the crusader triad away from the tree house.

“I should be leading” said Scootaloo. “You told us you didn’t know where Tiara lived.”

“I don’t” I said, “but a proper apology is better with flowers and there is this nice little flower stand I am going to.”

“What’s with all that ‘partner’ talk with my sister?” asked Apple Bloom.

“When your sister worked at the ranch, she would get lonesome in the evening, so we would tell each other stories about the old west, tales of bandits, bank robbers, and stage coach robbers. Her favorite was the day the streets of Dodge ran red. We’d imagine ourselves doing those things. That’s why we call each other partners.”

“Did you ever see a shoot-out?” asked Scootaloo.

“No” I said as we arrived at the flower stand. “How many flowers can I get for a bit?” I asked ignoring the sign which said 1 flower per bit.

“For our special colt” looking down and seeing my three companions she said “today’s special is 3 for 1.”

I gave the lady 2 bits and got 6 of the saddest flowers she had.

“I hope your friends enjoy them” she said.

“Just between you and me” I lied “these flowers are for my blind grand mare.”