>You wrote down a couple new jokes on a piece of parchment, the quill running dry from your frequent ideas.
>"What happens when a pony lies? They become a phony!"
>They were all terrible, and you knew it.
>But you weren't writing them for you.
>You wrote them for Celestia.
>It was extremely easy to make her laugh, you had learned.
>Discord's performance at the second Gala had inspired you to make it a goal to get Celestia to laugh every day.
>Because damn, it was cute as Hell.
>How she was able to laugh at just about any joke was a mystery.
>Either she had a really good sense of humor, or the jokes were just so bad they were funny.
>"If you give a unicorn another horn, what does it become? A TWOnicorn!"
>That one had her going for a good minute or two.
>"Anonymous," she had told you, wiping a tear from her eye, "I had no idea you were such a comedian!"
"You thought it was funny?" you asked, hiding your absolute shock that she laughed at such a corny joke.
>"Of course! I love jokes of all kinds!"
>Since then, you'd tell her a (not)funny every day just to hear her laugh.
>To see her smile.
>And most importantly, to make her happy.
>"Yes, Anonymous?" she had asked as you called for her in the hallway one day.
"What's up? You feeling okay?"
>The sun princess rubbed her temples with her hooves, her frazzled mane signifying stress. "Not exactly, no."
"Too much work?"
>"Today seems to be throwing all sorts of obstacles at me. I can't catch a break!"
"A break? What do you get when you break a day? TOday!"
>Instantly, she was back to her cheerful self, laughing at your crummy joke.
>Were Equestria run as a more classical kingdom, you'd definitely ask about being a court jester.
>The pay would've been good, you bet.
>You set your quill down and take a look at what you've written down.
>About fifteen more terrible jokes, ready for telling to the sun princess.
>Folding the paper up, you placed it in your pocket and headed out of the room.
>Funnily enough, you bumped into Celestia just as you left.
>"Hello, Anonymous," she said with a smile.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?"
>Celestia covered her mouth and stifled her laughter, knowing a punchline was incoming.
"To get to the other side!"
>Her laughing voice filled the air as another successful joke tickled her funny bone.
>You didn't expect the oldest joke in the book to work, but Celestia obviously laughs at any joke you can give her.
>"You always have the best jokes every day, Anonymous!"
"Thank you, I try."
>She went further down the hallway, laughing to herself and repeating the punchline as if it were the best joke ever.