The First Twitchy-Tail

It was Wednesday.

As anypony could tell by Pinkie Pie standing in the counter of Sugarcube on one leg while keeping a spinning plate with her snout and wearing a penguin costume.

Twilight and Applejack were sharing a sweet meal but the unicorn was too sour to simply enjoy it. “Okay, I´ve been living in Ponyville for a few months now and I´ve grown accustomed to mostly everyone of Pinkie´s antics...mostly. But still I find them really odd!”

“Just roll with it, sugarcube.”

“But how can you be so comfortable next to...well, that! It´s so awkward and unnatural!”

Applejack took another glance and the pink pony who was now joined by the twin babies playing the march of parasprites on kazoos. “Ah don´ see anything strange with that.”

Twilight vent out her frustration by slamming her head against the table.

“All righty calm down! If yah really so desperate tah understand Pinks here´s a story fer yah, city mouse!”

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The first time ah met Pinkie is one of those days hard to forget, not that ah want to of course.

This happened shortly after ah received mah Cutie Mark and returned to the farm. It was mah first day taking care of our stand in the market since Granny was taking care of Applebloom, still a baby then, and Big Mac had plenty of work to do.

Ever noticed how fierce can the market get in ´ere? Ah was just a little filly fresh out from the big city and have no idea that to survive in there ah have to take my claws out, if ah have some of course. After ah got into a nasty fight with that carrot farmer mule, the stand was quite a mess and ah was feeling like a puppy who had just wet the carpet. Who could ah come back home and tell Big Mac and Granny that not only ah hadn´ sell any apples but crashed our stand in a silly fight?

It was then that a bright shiny smile entered mah life.

This would come as a surprise ta yah but Pinks here, when she first came tah town was quieter than Fluttershy. Yah heard me right! Don´ get me wrong, she was still bouncy and hoppity and all around Pinkie but fer some reason she refused to say a word. Pinkie and ah became best of friends in a second. Us earth ponies had to stick around after all!

After Pinks helped me put the stand back in one piece, ah took her to the farm tah meet the family. Don´ know why she was afraid of taking care of the twins, Applebloom loved her the second she saw those bright blue eyes! Granny offered a piece of her traditional apple pie and then...it happened.

“Twitchy-tail?”

Twitchy-tail indeed Twilight! She began to bounce around tah whole kitchen like a porcupine trapped in a football game!

“...sorry, what?”

That she was bouncing all over the place, girl! Ah fought she had an allergic reaction to apple pie or something. Once she stopped hopping around like crazy she tried to explain  us something but since she wasn´ saying no word. Don´ roll yer eyes Twilight! Ah´m talking! Like ah was saying, we could´understand a thing he was saying. She tried doing charades but that mostly only entertained Applebloom. It wasn´until she pointed at the barn that Granny remembered Big Mac was working in there.

We rushed in, Pinks tail twitching all the time, and once we arrived mah poor brother was trapped under a beam. Now, the sensitive thing would have being to run to town and ask fer help, after all ah was just a filly then not the strong pony ah´m now! Granny couldn´ do much and Big Mac wa saying no word so ah put on mah Papa´s old hat that had fell off Big Mac´s head an tried mah best to lift the beam. It seemed hopeless at first but soon, Pinks was at my side, helping push up. Together we free Big Mac and got a big hug and a hot newly fresh apple pie as a reward.

Like Granny said that night, it was Celestia´s favor that Pinkie had been there, otherwise we would had assumed Big Mac was still working and not check on him until later that night by which his wound would have been far worse.

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“Lovely story APplejack. But I have one question?”

“Fire away.”

“Why was Pinkie NOT talking? That seems a bit out of character for her?” she says as Pinkie had added a pair of cakes to the equation playing juggling with them.

“Oh that. Since she grew up in a farm up north, she was afraid other ponies would make fun of her accent so she kept quiet for a while until she accepted she has a lovely voice.”

“...Pinkie has an accent?”

“Yah too, sugarcube! The laughs we had when we first heard that fancy Canterlot accent!”

“What? You made fun of me? I don´t have an accent! Eep! I don´t! Stop laughing! That is not a cent! It´s proper pronunciation! Stop it!”

It certainly was a typical Wednesday, back in Ponyville.