All those butterflies rumbling in my tummy, all the mean shadowy insecurities, they’re gone now. Poof! Cause this is my natural habitat. I’m like a cougar, or a lion. Roar! It’s just a party. It doesn’t matter if it’s a new town, with new ponies. It’s just the same as that day when I showed my family the magic of partying hard. It doesn’t matter at all that, really, this is
The Prompt: The first party.
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Because all parties are the same, deep down. Big parties, small parties, birthday parties, wedding parties, doesn’t matter. They’re all about making ponies smile. And nopony does that better than Pinkamena Diane Pie! Alright, everypony. Let’s party!