Some of you may be wondering why I’m writing this. I’ve spoken to Rainbow Dash several times since I started, and even she’s a tad bit confuzzled about it, though I suppose I can’t really blame her. For all of her accomplishments and pizazz, the mare’s still very simple and straight-forward in her thinking. What’s the point in having memoirs if there’s no point in looking into the past?
Thing is, this isn’t entirely just a story about her, Applejack, and the cuddling that eventually ensued. It’s a story about happiness, and happiness--as it so happens--is all the more potent when it takes a great deal of work to get to it.
Rainbow Dash worked. She worked a lot. She thought that she had clear goals in mind, but as it would turn out, it was something far more permanent than substance that awaited her at the end of her labors.
I know lots of ponies talk down the idea of making wishes with ones heart or having dreams come true, but Rainbow Dash is living proof that such things are possible--even if they take a long while to get there. I was in the dark about it for a long time, until I happened to witness the most awesome of things happen right before my very eyes. When I found out the details of it, I just couldn’t help myself. The best ponies who’ve ever lived needed the best testament written.
So, if Rainbow Dash is ever to tell you to disregard some of the fluff you’re bound to see from these penstrokes, just take it in stride. Among the many crazy things she’s learned in her colorful life, humility is somewhere towards the top. Though she’s proficient at it, she’s still somewhat of a noobie. But it can be forgiven. After all, her mind--as well as her heart--are in far more… distracting places these days.
Now where was I…?
Oh right. Her first trip to Fillydelphia. My apologies in advance, for there’s really no way to make what happens next sound any less crazy...