WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.346 --> 00:00:04.140 A Day for Mommy: by Hivemind 00:00:04.140 --> 00:00:05.940 It was that time of the year again,   00:00:05.940 --> 00:00:08.820 and all throughout Equestria  celebrations were taking place. 00:00:08.820 --> 00:00:12.600 Far from the regalia and splendor of  birthdays and kingdom-wide holidays, 00:00:12.600 --> 00:00:16.440 ponies were gearing up for a holiday far  more important than yearly merry making.   00:00:16.440 --> 00:00:20.820 Gifts were all but arbitrary. The best  gifts however were encouraged by all,   00:00:20.820 --> 00:00:24.120 and almost always never to be  expected by their recipients. 00:00:24.120 --> 00:00:29.400 After all, what better time of year to celebrate  the very ponies that gave birth to a model pony,   00:00:29.400 --> 00:00:33.360 that of which brings new light into an  already shining world of magic and friendship? 00:00:34.020 --> 00:00:38.100 From the humble homes of towns and  villages to the great palaces and   00:00:38.100 --> 00:00:42.600 fortresses of the kingdoms and empires,  Mother’s Day was bright and beautiful,   00:00:43.500 --> 00:00:46.440 and all but few were filled with  joy by its long-awaited arrival. 00:00:46.440 --> 00:00:51.960 In the clouds and coliseums of the pegasi city  of Cloudsdale, mothers were honored and revered   00:00:51.960 --> 00:00:57.360 as exemplary role models, their wings adorned with  traditional leis and they themselves given plenty   00:00:57.360 --> 00:01:01.320 of airspace to fly about the city and spend  time with their beloved children of the sky. 00:01:01.920 --> 00:01:06.480 In the earth pony cities of Trottingham,  Baltimare, and Appleloosa, mother’s were   00:01:06.480 --> 00:01:11.640 treated to a day of magnificence, the gifts  they received commonplace to most holidays,   00:01:11.640 --> 00:01:15.960 but their spirits bolstered by the love and  devotion provided by those who gifted them.   00:01:16.620 --> 00:01:20.340 Tears of joy were shed and stories  were told, but nothing could compare   00:01:20.340 --> 00:01:24.360 to the pride the mothers felt for the ones  they raised and supported up to this day. 00:01:24.360 --> 00:01:27.720 In the royal guard barracks  of some cities Equestria-wide,   00:01:27.720 --> 00:01:31.740 the protectors of the crown were receiving  tremendous news. Her Royal Highness,   00:01:31.740 --> 00:01:36.840 Princess Celestia, in agreement with her younger  sister Princess Luna, had called for a rare event. 00:01:36.840 --> 00:01:39.840 To those who do not wish to  volunteer to stay behind.  00:01:39.840 --> 00:01:42.420 The royal guards were given an uncommon freedom. 00:01:42.420 --> 00:01:47.700 They hung up their bulky suits of armor and  put away their spears and swords in favor of   00:01:47.700 --> 00:01:52.080 putting on some nicer clothing and treating their  mothers to dinner in the city’s finest eateries. 00:01:52.680 --> 00:01:56.100 It has been long since they had seen  their relations during their tour of duty, 00:01:56.100 --> 00:01:58.920 and everything had to be  absolutely perfect for such   00:01:58.920 --> 00:02:01.440 an occasion to be memorable  for as long as they lived. 00:02:01.440 --> 00:02:07.080 From the first glimpse of sunrise to the coming of  the stars at night, mothers were given relief as   00:02:07.080 --> 00:02:12.060 to the whereabouts and safety of their offspring  and daily lives. Despite the forgetfulness of   00:02:12.060 --> 00:02:17.340 some ponies in the land, all seemed as if things  were right in the world. The air was just right,   00:02:17.340 --> 00:02:21.420 and the skies were crystal clear. Even the  animals, some a part of sentience, seemed to   00:02:21.420 --> 00:02:24.540 be paying a visit to their own mothers,  wherever they could find them anyway. 00:02:25.200 --> 00:02:28.020 In the land of Equestria, the  greatest kingdom in the world,   00:02:28.020 --> 00:02:33.060 from the eyes of all who remained in a  positive light, sadness was but a figment. 00:02:33.660 --> 00:02:34.800 Everything was perfect. 00:02:35.460 --> 00:02:39.480 Speaking of perfect, one such pony was so  devoted to Mother’s Day that she had been   00:02:39.480 --> 00:02:43.560 counting down the very minutes themselves to  the final approach of this momentous occasion.   00:02:44.280 --> 00:02:46.800 In a field not too far from  her hometown of Ponyville,   00:02:46.800 --> 00:02:52.500 Fluttershy skipped along the ground as happy  as could be, humming a soft, jumpy tune to   00:02:52.500 --> 00:02:56.880 the rhythm of her each and every step. In  her mouth she carried a bouquet of flowers,   00:02:56.880 --> 00:03:02.520 flowers of which she hoofpicked one by one with  tender love and care, and in her hair she carried   00:03:02.520 --> 00:03:06.360 a bright pink barrette, something her mother  gave her when she graduated from flight school. 00:03:07.320 --> 00:03:11.580 As she ascended a small hill, her merriment  brought her back to an earlier period in her life;   00:03:11.580 --> 00:03:15.480 a small section of a timeline of special  happenings of which she will never forget. 00:03:15.480 --> 00:03:20.760 Her fifth birthday in the city of Cloudsdale  she felt was the thing of utmost significance   00:03:20.760 --> 00:03:26.760 to return to mind. There she sat on a balcony,  staring out into the city with wonder in her eyes,   00:03:27.900 --> 00:03:33.000 marveling at the size and majesty of fresh, new  rainbows pouring out from the city’s rainbow   00:03:33.000 --> 00:03:38.040 factory; a central hub where the very symbols  of peace and tranquility were carefully mixed,   00:03:38.040 --> 00:03:41.760 assembled, (and partially flavored as  she unfortunately found out one curious   00:03:41.760 --> 00:03:47.040 spring morning) and shot into the sky. Some  rainbows ascended for miles into the heavens,   00:03:47.040 --> 00:03:51.240 carrying over into distant lands  behind mountains and in deep valleys. 00:03:51.240 --> 00:03:56.640 Just then, a triplet of soft knocks arose at  her bedroom door, and her mother, Tenderheart,   00:03:56.640 --> 00:04:02.100 bright and beautiful as ever, quietly slipped  inside and surprised her from behind with a   00:04:02.100 --> 00:04:06.840 warm hug and a freshly-baked cake. Atop  the cake were a neat assembly of colorful,   00:04:06.840 --> 00:04:11.040 lit candles, the proper gateway  for the traditional birthday wish. 00:04:12.120 --> 00:04:17.760 With a single wisp of her breath, she wished for  her mother to always love her, forever and ever,   00:04:17.760 --> 00:04:23.340 no matter what. A bit of a cheesy yearning in  her day and age, but a yearning nonetheless. 00:04:23.340 --> 00:04:27.180 Fluttershy was just about to continue  her ever-so pleasant journey down the   00:04:27.180 --> 00:04:30.840 golden brick road of memory lane when she  noticed she was nearing the top of the hill.   00:04:31.620 --> 00:04:35.640 She could see her mother waiting for her atop  the sunbathed land and quickened her pace. 00:04:35.640 --> 00:04:39.300 She arrived at the top in no time  flat, brimming with excitement.   00:04:39.900 --> 00:04:45.000 Mother’s Day was truly a one-time event for her,  for her position as Ponyville’s caretaker of all   00:04:45.000 --> 00:04:48.780 things big and small prevented her from doing  much of anything unless it was with her friends   00:04:48.780 --> 00:04:54.780 or pets. It wasn't easy, but somepony has to do  it. Such a job took a lot out of her. She didn’t   00:04:54.780 --> 00:04:58.920 even bother to plan a schedule to include  free time, but whatever time she was given   00:04:58.920 --> 00:05:04.320 outside of caring for the local fauna she used as  thoughtfully as possible. Every moment counted and   00:05:04.320 --> 00:05:10.680 not a single one was ever put to waste. She liked  that about herself. It’s what made her…well, her. 00:05:10.680 --> 00:05:15.240 But she couldn't thank herself. She  wouldn’t thank herself. The reward   00:05:15.240 --> 00:05:19.260 belonged to somepony else entirely, and  Mother’s Day was the only time of the year   00:05:19.260 --> 00:05:22.860 she could ever personally honor the one  who raised her and called her her own. 00:05:23.400 --> 00:05:24.660 The one who cared for her. 00:05:24.660 --> 00:05:26.580 The one who sheltered her. 00:05:26.580 --> 00:05:27.840 The one who taught her. 00:05:27.840 --> 00:05:30.240 The one who loved her. 00:05:30.240 --> 00:05:31.860 “Happy Mothers Day, mommy.” 00:05:32.400 --> 00:05:35.580 Fluttershy laid down her bouquet  in front of her mother’s grave.