Pinkie jumped onto her rock and screamed into her stone pillow-thing.

"OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH!" She squealed, crushing her face against the rock, "THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST PARTY EVER!"

She looked at the clock sitting across from her rock. It was late.

"Welp." She shrugged, "The only thing left now is a good night's rest!"

Pinkie proceeded to burrow into the stone itself and snooze on her pile of twigs and pebbles. Of course, with her rock pillow, as always.

Because reasons.

Author's Notes:

Do I sense the Flintstones?