pony P.O.V

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Pinkie's P.O.V

"You know, i expected more from Wratrina. Personally she always seemed more... sophisticated then her mother and father. " Mother was saying to my father as we walked through the town.

"Here we are... Twilight's castle...." I gestured to the castle but i was looking at the ground. my mother had done what she does best. Broken my spirit. My hair was flat, my coat somehow a darker shade of pink.

"My, my. I guess you DO have SOME friends that are a positive influence. After all, she's a princess." She said deviously. (LIVY FIND ME A SYNONYM FOR SAID THAT FITS THE DESCRIPTION).

"I guess...." i muttered. I always forget how Mother is. She's a horrible pony. She's a big big meanie pants.

"Boo." somepony poked my shoulder. i squeaked and turned around to see a black zebra with white stripes.

"Hello Pinkamena." He laughed.

"R-Rafiki?" I squinted my eyes in disbelief.

"Thats me. Mr. Mrs." He gestured to my mother and father and bowed his head slightly.

"AT least he has manners." My mother sniffed and looked the other way.

"Pardon my being blunt, but where's Writer?" 

"I don't know. her shop? Hey aren't you suppose to be speakign in rythmes or something?"

"I'll find her myself then. also, yes. but it's not my thing." After that he just walked away. Why is he looking for Writer?

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