This is the story of how I died…. But don't worry! This is really a silly story and it's sure to make you smile. To tell you the truth… This tale isn't even mine. This story is about a mare, named Pinkie Pie and it starts with laughter.

Once upon a time, a drop of laughter fell from the heavens. How is laughter drops? I don't really know… But that isn't the point! From this small drop of laughter grew a magic, pink flower. It had the power to heal the sick and injured. A kingdom grew around this flower and it was ruled by a kind king and queen. They were serious and sometimes rather boring, but good hearted. They also had daughters, Princesses Limestone and Maud, and there was about to be a new sister, but the queen got sick, very sick.

Now, in these times, ponies were looking for a miracle, in this case, a magical pink flower. However there was one pony who hoarded the flower's powers, her name was Trixie. And to make this flower work, she had to sing a special song.

"Flower, gleam and glow, let your powers shine.

Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine,

What once was mine…"

You get it! It's freaky! But the guards found the flower. And Trixie vowed to get it back, somehow. The queen was healed and a healthy, happy, baby filly, a princess was born with beautiful puffy pink curls. I'll give you a hint, that was Pinkie. To celebrate her birth, the royal family a floating lantern into the sky, and for moment, everything was perfect. Then that moment ended….

Trixie slipped into the palace and searched around the room until she found what she was looking for. Slumbering peacefully, but snoring rather like a cow, the baby princess, Pinkie Pie lay in her crib. Trixie grinned and started to sing. "Flower, gleam and glow, let your powers shine." The baby's hair started to glow, just as the flower had. Trixie pulled out a pair of scissors and put one of Pinkie's curls onto the blade. "Make the clock rev-" She gasped after she cut it, the curl turned straight. She growled and grabbed the baby, who screamed and cried loudly. Her parents awoke and her sisters ran in to see what was going on. But Trixie had already left.

The kingdom searched and searched, but they could not find the princess, for deep within a forest, lay a hidden tower, in it, Trixie raised the child as her own.

"Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design," Six year old Pinkie Pie sang. "Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine! What once was mine…" She whispered. Trixie had found her new flower, and this time she was determined to keep it hidden. "Why can't I go outside?" Pinkie asked, turning to the unicorn. "The great and powerful Trixie shall have no pony come near you" Trixie replied. "But I thought it would be fun…" The filly started. "The outside is dangerous… Do you understand, my flower?" Trixie asked, brushing through the child's curls. She brushed away some and Pinkie felt the only straight strand and sighed. "Yes mommy…"

But the walls of a tower couldn't hide everything, and every year, Pinkie was reminded, for on her birthday, the royal Family would release thousands of lanterns, hoping, someday, their lost princess would return…