Now then, I’m not entirely sure if you know this, but the on the other side of Ponyville there is a rather large street. It leads from the Everfree forest and, after a couple of hoofs, it starts to turn into the main road (Yes, I know what you‘re thinking. Ridiculous eh? Who ever designed this town was not a very clever pony. I mean, the main road leads into an incredibly dangerous forest, full of monsters who would eat a pony like myself as a horse'dourve. Not the best planning, at least in my humble opinion.) It was on this road that Scops ran into one of the strangest ponies in all of Equestria. And I do mean ran into. I believe the exchange went something like this…

“Well, that went … wellish. Still got a nasty headache though…” Scops murmured to himself, still recovering from the pain that he endured from the dark ritual he had participated in earlier that day (You remember. The one where me, Lula, and Clear Skies almost died. Yeah, that one.). This was when a rather … bouncy (for lack of a better word) mare crashed into him.

“Yowchie!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, rubbing her muzzle “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry mister! I was hurrying to hand out these invitations to a party for this new pony and -” she looked up from her injured muzzle for a small moment.

“OHMYGOSH!SCOPS?ICAN’TBELIEVE YOU’REBACK!”

“Ow…” The enigmatic colt put a hoof to his head, trying to shelter his head from the constant verbal assault that is … The Pinkie Pie. “Pinkie, please calm down. I have a splitting headache.” He moved his hoofs in a small up and down motion, creating a gesture where he essentially made waves with them. This gesture (he hoped) would soothe the sugar loving mare into calming down and allow his mind to get a break from this freight train of words but alas, it was to no avail!

She simply picked back up again and started with “Why? Oh! Were you reading in bad light again? I bet you were! You should probably stop doing that, it’s not good for your eyes!” The pink filly exclaimed, offering the colt some (in my opinion, solid advice) however, like most things said to someone who had just recently released an ancient evil back onto the world, it was completely wasted on him.

“No, Pinkie I wasn’t reading in bad light… But I guess you could say that lighting did have something to do with it… Now then, why were you in such a hurry? Is it Wednesday? Please say it isn’t so, because if it is I don’t think I’ll be to survive another one of your middle of the week parties… No offense.” He said, briefly reminiscing his previous stay in Ponyville during Pinkie’s famous Midweek Celebration (which ended with him winning a library, owing a hefty fine to the local law enforcement and fighting a very, very large and angry tree monster that lived outside the town.)

“No silly! Wednesday isn’t for another 4 days! Besides, I’ve got a way better party planned tonight! You see, there’s this new pony in town! A purple unicorn! And I’m going to throw her a welcome party!”

“You mean Twilight?” The green colt shifted his eyes into a puzzling gaze.

“GASP! You know her?” Pinkie asked incredulously.

“ Yeah, she’s staying at the library and-” he was cut off mid sentence by the pink blur.

“HURRAY! That means you can hand out these invitations while I go set up the party! I’ve got so much to do! Bake cakes, place streamers, make punch, cut confetti, squeeze fruit, blow balloons, bake cakes place streamers… Wait! Silly me, I’m repeating myself! Well, see ya Scops! Thanks so much for doing this!”

The party pony reached into a small bag she was carrying, handed Scops some party invitations and dashed away with the speed unmatched by any other ground dwelling creature in the land. A small dust cloud (and a thoroughly confused Scops) were the only thing left behind by her.

“ By Luna, that pony has too much pep. In my day, we were civilized, calm, mature, and … dear Luna! I’m becoming my dad.” The question marked stallion thought to himself , “At least this party gives me time to plant the book in the library. I was worried I would have to sneak in to do that.” he stared at the letters that Pinkie passed to him and let out a sigh, “Well, best get these delivered. The last thing I want is Pinkie Pie angry.” He shuddered at the very thought, recalling the last time Pinkie was upset. “I never did find out how she managed to get her hooves on lightning in a jar, but so help me, I don’t want to have to re grow my tail again.” So he took the invitations, tossed them in his saddle bags and went to town. And so it came to pass, that Scops, the hero of the New Lunar Republic, was reduced to a simple mail colt for a short amount of time.