Cookies’ Day Off >Be Cookies N’ Cream guardsmare at Canterlot Maximum Security Prison >Be enjoying your day off at a local café >You’ve got a nice cup of tea, some tasty snacks and a good book >”The Little Engine that Could” >A heart griping tale of an Engine who had to climb a tall mountain even after his engines broke >Truly an inspiring tale of optimism >You actually knew the stallion who wrote this book >”Hey Cookies It’s good to see you.” >Ah speak of the pony >Well not pony per say >Anon was a Human, the only one of his kind >The poor thing “Anon, how good to see you. How are you doing?” >”I’m fine Cookies, thanks for asking. Mind if have a seat?” “I don’t mind at all Anon.” >Anon takes a seat opposite to you and smiles >You met Anon under rather… unflattering circumstances >He was a new prisoner at your facility. That much wasn’t bad >But he was going to be there for a month, an entire MONTH >without parole too >As if that wasn’t bad enough he had to be wheeled in, not walked >His hands and legs were bound to prevent him from giving anypony an owie >to be quite honest, you had been scared of him at first >Ponies who would intentionally hurt somepony were extremely rare, even more so unprovoked >But Anonymous wasn’t a pony >Over his stay at your facility you got to know him better as you were the one assigned to watch over him >”So, Cookies whatcha doing?” “Oh nothing much just enjoying my day off” >”Oh sorry, didn’t want to bother you on your day off.” “Anonymous, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a hundred times, you don’t bother me” >”And I’ve told you before, it’s just an expression.” >You both share a small chuckle >Time seems to slow down, yet speed up as you talk away the hours with Anonymous >As the sun sets you and Anon begin to part ways >but not before you ask a favor of him. “Um, Anon, could you sign my copy of “The Little Engine that Could” >”Sure Cookie’s give it here.” >Anon quickly scrambles for a crayon only to take out a pen >He Scribble something in your book and waves goodbye >As you look at what he wrote your cheeks grow warm >”To Cookies n’ Cream, My special friend. Keep being the best mare you can be.” >Later that night, you snuggle up to that book >But you firmly deny that claim to anypony.