Life in the Fast Lane-
Hello there, my name's Whizzer. I'm a pink, jewel-eyed Pegasus from Dream Valley... you know, the one with the beanie propeller hat cutie mark? What? You say you haven't seen me around the castle before? I'm not surprised, most ponies just say I'm a fast blur zipping by them, leaving a blast of air in my wake. Few ponies ever really notice me, and I doubt few ponies ever will. In fact, writing like this seems to be the only wat I can communicate myself clearly, as my spoken words are nothing but a jumbled mess. The rest of the world precieves me as a speedy goofball who only cares about herself, like the time I left poor Sweet Stuff in the dust when were partners in that treasure hunt. I did
You know, everyone always tells me I'm way too fast for every pony around me- and in a sense, they're right. You may not know it, but I amcalled the fastest pony who has ever lived on the surface of this world. I can attain speeds half the speed of light, and Wind Whistler says I can get even faster. But in truth, to me it seems that all of you are going really slow, and I'm just moving at a normal pace. Pony Doctorsthink when my sister Fizzy and I were born, her slighly wonky magic affected me, and made me- 'faster' then everyone else. When I was a filly, it seemed like other Pegasus were flying by at the speed of a sloth. It was kind of hard to make friends, as everyone talked and played in slow motion. How can you play tag when you can just trot up and tag someone before they've even taken a step?
My teen years weren't much better. After mom shipped Fizzy and I off to my aunt in Dream Valley, I really tried to fit in. But how can you have a sleepover when your bored at fast asleep when everyone else is just getting to truth or dare? How can you go to a date with a stallion who you have to wait ten hours for him to even put his hoof around your shoulder. It's always been hard for me to relate to other ponies, I really wished they all just moved at the same pace as I do. I've had to learn to slow myself down for my friends when there is an emergency, but it can still be very, very hard. And everything I try to say or do comes off as a speedy, jumbled mess of insanity. No one wanted to play with the mare who always won at racing or pony polo, and I was forbidden to join any of the sports teams, as my condition was seen as a form of 'cheating'.
Wait, you say you've heard of me? Oh, I see... you were expecting the crazy spaz pony who's had too much caffeene, and acts like Surprise on Fast Forward. All of the other ponies see me as just another worthless, innocently stupid silly filly, without the brains in her head to fill a thimble. Sorry, but I'm not that pony, that just how all of you slow pokes precieve me. I try trotting as slow as I can, and flying as incredibly slow as I can. But it's sooo incredibly boring to do everyting at a snail's pace. And besides, is it my fault that the rest of the world is too slow for it's own good? I will say it does comes in handy when dealing with the foes of Dream Valley, being able to move waaay faster than a goblin or orgre. Let's face it, Tirek and the witches can't exactly keep up with one of the fastest living things on the planet!
I am actually a really smart pony, with a lot of interests and hobbies. For expample, did you know I like to colloct and customize pony dolls, dyeing thier manes and painting them? I even dream of having a booth at the annual doll fair in Bright Valley every year, but the ponies who run it won't give a spot to a mare who says all her sentences in one second. I'm also a skilled painter and artist, but I cannot get other ponies to even look at my beautiful landscapes and portraiture; they think all a hyperactive doofus like me can draw is crayon scribbles. The only hobby I have that doesn't get ruined is collecting beanie hats- in fact, I even won my first propeler hat in a race with the other Twinkle-eyed ponies. It's just a shame I can't share any of my hobbies with anyone else!
Sigh- it can be so lonely being me, somtimes. The only two ponies who really understand me are my sister Fizzy, and my Boyfriend, Hippity Hop. Ohhh, hippity is such a wonderful stallion, a handsome pink body and mane, and a cute bunny rabbit cutie mark! He's the fastest stallion alive these days, and can almost keep up with me, even with my... 'condition'. He spends most of his time racing around the world with the other big brother ponies, so we always celebrate joyusly when he can pay a visit back home to Dream Valley. Other than those two, I don't think anyone even wants to try and keep up with me. But you know what? I am not ashamed or embarrased by the kind of pony I am, and I have no desire to be like "everyone else". If they can't take take the time to get to know a mare a little bit faster than they are... well, that's thier loss. All I can say to the rest of the world is ethier try to keep up, or get your sorry flanks out of the way!
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