Well, that day had been a very...interesting, day.

For a few reasons.

First off, I woke up at a quarter to one.

AM.

Yeah. Fucking one o’clock in the morning!

And, as if that wasn’t strange enough, when I walk out of my house, decked out in my sweatpants and grey t-shirt, what do I find?

An army of boxes.

About twenty of them, and my house was the center of the semi-circle!

Now, in my non-caffeinated state, my first reaction was to run back into my house and barricade the door, and call the police and order a full military lockdown on cardboard everywhere.

However, my first reaction was to walk over to the closest box, and take a look inside.

I believe my thought process followed these lines:

Boxes?

Oh, shit, boxopalypse! Oh, my, God! The boxes are going to kill me!

Wait...

They’re fucking boxes.

Might as well take a look inside one of them...

Oh, God, I should not look in them. What if they’re all bombs!?

Wait, this would be a bit overkill. The overall idea is a bomb is you use one to blow up a house, not...What is this, twenty boxes? About that. Anyway, you don’t use twenty bombs to blow up a –

Awwwwww!!!!

There, before me, staring up at me with the most adorable eyes I had ever seen in my entire life...

Was a baby.

And not just any baby.

It was a baby Rainbow Dash.

Yeah, this sounds great and all, and believe me, it is.

At the time, I was overcome with joy and love, and I tenderly bent down to pick up the small filly.

Now, I know this hasn’t been very descriptive, but I’m struggling to keep Celestia and Luna from fighting for the light switch while I’m writing this.

Oh, did I just spoil that for you? Well, I think I’ll just start over, okay?

If you could hear me right now, I would clear my throat.

Alright...

Here we go.

Are you sure you really want to hear/read the full story?

If you do, just comment below.

I might miss some stuff along the way, but...Oh, shit. Be right back.

Sorry about that. Wait, why am I writing this in? It’s not like I’m live chatting with you...

Anyway, if you’re wondering what that was, it was Rainbow Dash knocking over yet another television set.

Okay, okay...Just...Comment below, I really need to go, Fluttershy is crying again...

Alright, just...Comment below if you want me to continue this story. I won’t be able to do much, seeing as how they’re all toddlers, and very high maintenance. But, trust me, I’ll do it if you want me to.

And only if you want me to. I’m not going to waste my time on a story that nobody’s going to read, and I need to put my little ponies to bed...

Well, goodbye, and goodnight.

And I’m going to put up my first part of it, don’t worry. Just...After that, comment if you want me to continue.

I really need to go, or else Rainbow Dash will never get to sleep.

Goodbye, and goodnight...