Meanwhile, in Ponyville, Equestria.

“Good morning!”

“Oh, good morning children!”

“Hello!”

“Oh yes, hello there!”

“Top of the morning to you, Ms. Cheerilee.”

“Yes, good morning Mr. Cake,” the magenta pony by the name of Cheerilee greeted the numerous ponies who gave her a quick salute, it was something that happened often, given the nature of her job. Her job being teaching the youth of Ponyville, all in the hopes of giving them a chance in the world.

“Ah, what a perfect day to return due books to the library!” Cheerilee skipped slightly through the busying streets of Ponyville, it was her day off, so she allowed herself a leisure trot to Golden Oaks. “Might as well hit two parasprites with one spell, I say,” she told herself satisfied as she neared the now too familiar tree, not that she paid too much attention to it outside, but she sure knew the inside well.

More specifically, the bookshelves in which the numerous amount of books were held.

The previous librarian had books before, but unlike their current one, she never bothered to update the stock with the newest kind information. Twilight Sparkle was a kindred spirit in book loving, and despite her sometimes bossy and arrogant attitude, she respected a fellow bookworm.

With her usual greeting already on her lips, she gently pushed the door to make her way in. She instinctively kept going, crashing upon what was obviously, a closed door.

“W-what? How can this be? The library is supposed to only be closed on Sundays! And it‘s Monday! And it’s not a holiday, and there wasn’t a notice! Oh no! I’m going to be…” she stopped for a second, breathing heavily before speaking again. “OVERDUE!” she swooned dramatically, only to realize what she was doing, and promptly composing herself. "Ahem..." taking the books out of her saddle, she eyed the door, and an idea came to her mind. “It’s okay Cheerilee, you can just leave them at the door! Then, she will know that I returned them, but couldn’t find her. It’s perfect!” she dropped them by the foot of the door and began trotting away, but not ten seconds later, she was back.

“But wait! What if somepony steals them! The newspaper said that crime had increased 0.00000089%! I just can’t risks those odds, and most importantly, a strike on my record!” she breathed heavily as ideas popped into her head, her own panic causing her thoughts to be a pile of incoherent disaster. She took a few minutes to finally calm down, but her ideas became downright silly in the process. “Maybe leave them in the bushes? No, she wouldn’t find them, and then what if she waters them? I can’t allow that to happen, or maybe put a spell on the books and stick them to the door? No, wait, I forgot I’m not an unicorn, gah!” she growled in desperation, until it finally clicked in her head, the only way possible for her to get in.

“I gotta break in,” she looked upon the ground, finding a sizable rock on the floor, she eyed a window and her messed up thinking got the best of her, choosing to pick up a rock, and toss it at the nearby window.

Or more like tried, as she had been stopped by somepony holding her hoof before she was able to release the object.

“Hey, let me go!”

“Ah’ don’t think you want to do that, Miss,” taken by the deep voice, she turned around to find the looming figure of a certain apple farming pony; Big Macintosh in the flesh. “Ah’ don’t rightly know what yer’ thinking, nor do Ah’ want to know, but the question must be asked; what do you think you’re doing?” Cheerilee fell the sweat fall from her mane, realizing she had been caught, she would go to prison for breaking and entering, her teaching license would be revoked, and most importantly: she would never be able to return the books in time.

“Please, PLEASE Big Mac, don’t tell the authorities about this! I just wanted to return this book to the library, was that too much to ask? To return a book before it's due! What is a teacher to d- hey, what are you doing?” she fell the books in her saddle being taken by Big Mac, he approached the door and lightly raised a small metallic opening on the door, dropping the books one by one inside the library, to both the shock and amazement of the teacher pony.

“H-how long has that been there?” Cheerilee asked with confusion. “It wasn’t there before!”

“Ah’ put it here at Ms. Sparkle’s request, just so ponies could return the books in case she was not home, Ah’ installed it mahself,” Cheerilee’s eyes became dots at Mac’s words.

“Um, Ms. Cheerilee, are y’all okay?” asked Applebloom who had been there the whole time, apparently unnoticed by her in her desperation.

“I… I… Um… Aha… I-I think I have to go… -cough- Er, well… see you in school tomorrow, Applebloom! Make sure to always return your books on time!” she said in a rush, then ran away from the place, books being the last thing on her mind.

“Um… What just happened?” asked Applebloom to her big brother.

“Honestly Applebloom, Ah have no idea, but let’s just say that you do as she says.”

“Okay. So, um… Can we go…”

“Oh, alright, let’s go get you that ice cream, before your sister comes back,” the smile in Applebloom’s face reflected her happiness as the siblings went on their way.

Meanwhile, Cheerilee finally reached her house, throwing her satchel on a chair and quickly getting into her bath, ready to wash the early day away from her mind for good.

As the stressed mare took a bath, a lone book slipped its way out of the satchel, landing unknowingly with a soft thud under by a dresser, opening itself, “due Monday” clearly written on the back-cover.

Author's Notes:

Since I've noticed that I take forever with chapters, I decided to write an extra (albeit small) chapter in between, this may be different happenings with different ponies, this will happen in tangent with the main story, so this will be 'canon' so to say.

It's not much, but I hope you enjoy this extra bit, which admittedly, isn't much, but what do?

Notes 14 – 4/15/18

Sadly, I didn't quite write as many of these as I wanted to. It happens. Wish that I did, though nothing much to say about this one.