[Glimmer][Satyr, Cute] Glimmer of Knowledge

This short was heavily inspired by a story that friend of mine wrote. You can find the part of the story that I basically copied here: http://pastebin.com/rzNCvCiX
This was written with his permission.

>The train engine churns faintly from your seat in one of the cabins aboard the Friendship Express, the only train in Equestria.
>Luckily, the damn thing is powered by the most volatile magic in the kingdom, the Magic of Friendship.
>That's why the whole kingdom could use one single train line.
>That, and the fact that all the cities here were lined up in a neat little row.
>If Celestia had anything to do with the settling of Equestria, she must be OCD.
>You'd asked Twilight about the properties of Friendship Magic a few times, but never really understood the answers.
>But the logic was solid. Glimmer confirmed it. And when Glimmer said that something worked, it worked.
>"Dad! Dad!" Glimmer shakes you from your thoughts.
>The pink and purple of her hair invade your vision as you realize that she's practically nose-to-nose with you. "We're almost there!"
>Her eyes shimmer in wonder as she beams at you.
>Suddenly, an equally-purple muzzle pops into view as Twilight joins your daughter in front of you. "I know! I'm so excited!"
>They pull away to sit back on their bench opposite yours to gush. "It's been so long since I went last! I heard from the Princess that they did all kinds of renovations!"
>"And there's a whole new exhibit, Mom! All about how the first unicorns learned to harness magic!"
>The two mares squee and giggle in unison, "Oh, I just can't wait!"
>You can't help but let out a hearty chuckle at their antics.
"Girls, girls. I'm just as excited as you are, but you know full well that the museum won't even be open until tomorrow."
>The girls' disposition is slightly soured as they both look at you with small pouts.
>"Geez, Dad. Way to ruin the moment."
>"Yeah, Anon. We were having fun."
>You sigh in defeat and boop each one on the nose.
"Look, we'll get a good night's rest in the castle and head out first thing in the morning. I guarantee you we'll be the first in line, okay?"
>They grin and resume their excitement.
>Which continues deep into the night.

>You're awoken by the cold chill of the castle air.
>The blanket that had been your stalwart protection again this menace has been eagerly ripped from overtop of you.
>Twilight's signature wake-up call.
>Only this alarm clock didn't come with a snooze button.
>Although, that didn't keep you from trying.
"C'mon, Twi. Five more minutes."
>You shiver, blinking groggily to un-blur your vision.
>A glance out of the window confirms your suspicions.
"It isn't even daylight yet."
>Unfortunately, mornings like these are something you've come to accept as a part of your life with Twilight.
>She was always excited to start the day.
>To learn a new spell, experience something new, or organize a new list.
>Speaking of lists, the familiar sound of parchment rustles in your ear.
>"Now correct me if I'm wrong, Anon, but -you- said that we would get up bright and early so we could be first in line, did you not?"
>You groan and roll over, adopting the fetal position in order to garner as much warmth as possible.
"So what part about 'bright' got lost in translation?"
>Two small hands place themselves at your side as you are shaken once more. "C'mon, Dad! You promised."
>You roll back over to see a hopeful Glimmer beckoning you awake.
"Alright, honey. Give Daddy a second to get going."
>Twilight grins. "Good! We have just enough time to eat, walk over, and get in line two hours early."
>She ponders her list, making a check mark. "Glad I accounted for your slow wake-up time in the schedule."
>You try to glare at Twilight but only end up laughing, pecking her on the cheek.
"You know me best."

>Three hours later, the doors to the museum finally open.
>You weren't only the first in line, but the only ponies in line at all.
>Surprise, surprise.
>Twilight and Glimmer giddily gallop inside, immediately firing off teleportation spells.
>Lights flash from one dusty artifact to the next, complimented by a flurry of 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.
>"What's this'" and "How interesting's" abound as your wife and daughter tear through the place, digesting the knowledge of these dead objects like nerdy vultures.
>With your hands at your hips, you shake your head in mock embarrassment.
>Sure they were bookworms, but they were your bookworms.
>You take a deep breath and sigh in content, getting ready to play catch-up with your family.
>As you start to take a step, a flash in front of you gives you pause.
>Glimmer stands with an outstretched hand. "C'mon, Dad! There's so much to see!"