I sure do love books! They have all sorts of interesting things written in them! For example, did you know that when...

"Twilight! Come quickly! I need your help!" Odd, that sounded like Rarity.

Rarity.

Griffin is staying with Rarity.

"I asked him to keep out of trouble... he couldn't last ONE DAY!" I stomped my hoof in frustration, slapping my book shut and placing it on the table...

I forgot to put in a bookmark.

"Gaaaah! I'm on my way Rarity. Pinkie, you better come too."

"Okie dokie lokie." She bounced along after me from our lunch in the library. Rainbow, Applejack, and Fluttershy couldn't join us because they were busy, so it would just be the three of us dealing with whatever crisis Griffin had caused.

Yes, Pinkie reads. There's nothing odd about that, is there?

Soon, we reached Carousel Boutique. Rarity was nervously running on the spot while Pinkie bounced obliviously.

"Alright, Rarity, just what has he gotten into in such a short time?"

"Well, I gave Opal her favorite cat toy, I stepped out of the room, and when I returned, well... it's difficult to explain. Perhaps you should just look for yourself..."

I tentatively opened the door a crack, just barely peeking inside. When I saw the state of utter disaster and ruin the boutique was in, I was in quite a degree of shock. The door swung open all on it's own, giving us all a wide view of the horror that was taking place within.

Ponyquins were strewn about, deprived of any of their dress coverings, fabric taken off it's rolls and massed in a pile in the center of the room. In the middle of it all was Griffin, flailing around as though he were trapped, the various cloths acting as his net, though he didn't seem very concerned, rather, he seemed quite... happy.

"Oooooh my gooooooosh... These are sooooo soooooft and smooooth. Is this silk? Silk.. silk, ilk, ilkse, kisle. Kissime? Kiss me?"

Pinkie apparently decided that whatever Griffin was doing was fun, so she joined him by wrapping herself in fabric and fooling around with words.

"Pinkie, you're not helping!"

"You're just jealous because Pinkie Pie's a cutie pie!" He responded gleefully before grabbing hold of the party pony and hugging the life out of her, somehow bouncing at the same time. "Pinkie Pie's a cutie pie, Pinkie Pie's a cutie pie!" Then he started rubbing his face against hers and purring. I would not have believed such a level of absurdity was possible if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes. Griffin began hugging Pinkie a little too tightly, and she started struggling to breath.

"*Cough* Little help here?" She looked at me with a worried expression.

"Griffin, let go of Pinkie." I said to him sternly.

"Can't." He gave a very quick, one word reply.

"Why not?"

He stopped for a moment, lost in thought, before he figured out what the reason was.

"Fluffy." That's not a reason!

"I'm putting an end to this nonsense." So, rather than trying to pry her out of his grip, I just teleported Pinkie to my side. As soon as he realized he wasn't holding his life size plushie, he turned and looked at me with great, big, sad eyes.

"So, what now?"

I ended up keeping him out of trouble till whatever was affecting him wore off. Also, Pinkie let him hug her, as long as it wasn't too tight, while Rarity cleaned up her store. Once we had taken care of everything, and Griffin had fallen asleep holding Pinkie like a stuffed animal, Rarity and I finally went about figuring out what happened.

"Okay, let's go through this again. What happened exactly?"

"Alright. Let's see. We had lunch. Griffin couldn't eat the hay, so he made steamed vegetables for himself. Opal started bothering me, so I gave her her favorite toy. I left to go get more thread, and when I came back, it was how you saw." She explained.

"Alright, so, the only altered factors are the vegetables, the cat toy, and coming in contact with the fabric. I don't see how veggies or cloth could have caused it, what kind of cat toy was it?"

"It's nothing special, just a little cloth bag with catnip in it, why?

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... oh dear." Her eyes widened as she came to the realization.

"Remember what Gilda told us? She and Nadene gave Griffin catnip once. They said it's different on everyone. I guess it makes him affectionate."

"So, what can we do?" She asked.

"Well, other than keep him away from catnip, I suggest we just let him sleep it off." I turned to look at him, cuddling with Pinkie Pie as he slept, making a soft... it was something between the cheep of a baby bird, and the purr of a kitten. A kind of trilling? Hearing it made me think of a ball of fluff, and trying to give a name to that ball of fluff lead me to the word 'Tribble'.

"He is kind of cute when he's like this." I idly remarked.

"Yes, I'd say a sight better than his usual 'mud and blood', angry, barbaric self. Though, now that I think of it... has he EVER brushed his coat? I mean, look at it, it's all matted and whatnot." Rarity grinned, then pulled out a brush and bottle of 'no rinse' shampoo.

'So comfy, so fluffy. I feel so good.'

I stood up and stretched out, yawning as I did. I blearily walked over to a mirror and rubbed my eyes to get the crust out of them. And that's when I saw myself. My fur was all silky and smooth, and my feathers were neat and tidy.

I walked into the main room at Rarity's to find she, Twilight, and Pinkie were all relaxing, reading magazines.

"Uh, what happened? And why do I smell like raspberries?"

"Who can say?" They all giggled, before Pinkie bounced over and hugged me.

"Um, Pinkie... can you let go please? This is kind of awkward."

"Can't." She replied with a single word.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Fluffy." She snuggled in closer.

"Okay then? Anyways, is there something you need me to do, or, something?"

"No, you did just arrive today. Try to relax, maybe find something to occupy your time while you're here." Twilight suggested. "Just, don't go doing catnip." She giggled.

'Why do I feel like something hilarious happened?"

Author's Notes:

Yes, this seems silly and over the top, but it's not an April Fool's joke. I was actually planning that for a while. Yes, this seems like a short chapter, but I'm hoping to do shorter ones more frequently so at least I'm writing, instead of just sitting there and sitting there and struggling to get over 2k words.