11/14/10(Sun)03:44 No. 21206638 Right, the other thread is troll-infested. I'm posting my writefaggotry here. Absolute Derp would actually play out something akin to the first act of Flowers for Algernon. Basically, the one pony in generations to not be entirely there-possibly from her point of view of "nice pony, loud pony, big shiny pony, bed, water, food." Pegasus with a lazy eye it is. --- In my dreams, I fly. There's no ground, no trees, no serious cloud cover...just thermals, breezes, gales, and all the different weather I could ever want to play around in. No jobs to do, no appointments to meet, no chance that if I close my eyes I'll accidentally run into something. Just endless sky, and my wings to carry me through it. As sun peeks through my curtains, I drift awake, bit by bit. A comfortable-looking bank of clouds invites, and I settle in it, before rubbing back against it and letting my eyes slide open. It's only just after sunrise, so I can appreciate the splashes of yellow and orange, the swiftly-shortening shadows, and not resent the sun too much for beginning to dissolve my cloud-room into morning mist. With a yawn, I rise to all fours, fold my blanket, and tuck it into my saddlebag, one of two. The other is for business only. As the comforting cool of my quick shelter dissolves, I head for the post office, backwinging slowly to a stop. The comforting smell of coffee and hot chocolate wafts from within, and I trot in with a smile. "Morning, Bright Eyes." Stamp's already there; sorting the modest piles of mail headed in and out of Ponyville. He's probably been up for hours; his dedication to the mail is admirable. "Coffee's on. Mixed a little cocoa into it for you." I nod, and trot evenly over to the counter, smiling at the straw. Stamp has finished piling the letters, and only now does he join me, taking his coffee with a single lump of sugar. As I drink, he details the mail.