Mayor Mare was busy at her desk, glancing over papers that appeared as though some type of ancient script, even to the older pegasus, and it was clear that although she was quite a young pony, her mane was stained grey from stress. She looked up and although this were a chance not often felt, she lifted her head and talked at an erratic pace, slowing down gradually as she began to calm down. “Well hello sir and madam” she began, gesturing politely to Ditzy, “I am Mayor Mare, is there anything I may help you with?” As she caught her breath, regaining her composure, the elder pegasus spoke “Yes actually, I found this filly in the streets, she seems to be lost and I was hoping you’d be able to find her parents.” The mayor nodded “Do you know her name?” she inquired, and he replied with “Yes, her name is Ditzy Doo.” And upon hearing this, the mayor searched through one stack of papers, reading closely and attempting to find anything that may help the two.
“Ditzy . . . Ditzy . . . I’m quite sorry but I don’t seem to have anything that could help you two.” Crafty looked down at Ditzy, apologetic. The younger pegasus looked up to him, only partly understanding what was going on. This exchange of worried looks touched the pony behind the desk and she began to speak more softly to Crafty “Sir, if I may have a word with you.” And she walked outside of the office, standing near the door. “Stay here.” Crafty told the filly and joined the pony outside. Mayor Mare closed the door and began to speak quietly, hoping not to alert the filly inside

“Sir, we have no records of anyone with that name ever being in Ponyville. I can continue to look, but I don’t think I might find something except in Cloudsdale. I’ll do what I can to see about finding her parents, but until then I would like you to please take care of her.” The stallion became stunned at this prospect but before he could protest the mayor continued. “I know this might seem unusual, but she seems to trust you and it would be difficult for us to place her with anyone else. I ask you to please take her in with you.”

This pleading did make him think, and he thought about the ramifications of what could come from his agreeing to this but he still did not fully desire to commit. “Ma’m, you have to understand, I don’t think that I’ll be able to take care of a filly, I don’t have any experience.”

“Sir, I understand that, but how many parents do you think had previous experience raising children? You can certainly raise this filly.”

“But what if her parents come by to pick her up?”

“Then I’m sure they’ll be able to make sure she is well taken care of. But until then, I’m sure you’d make a great caregiver.”

With evident uncertainty, he opened the door and peeked into the room and saw the little pegasus looking around at the room. Though they’ve been out there a while, she seemed to be almost pre-occupied taking in her surroundings. He closed the door and turned to the mayor, accepting that he could possibly go through with taking care of the filly. He nodded to the mayor, no words requiring exchange, and they both re-entered the room and the mayor returned to her position behind the desk. “I will handle the paperwork. Little filly, this stallion will watch you until your parents find you, meanwhile I will do everything I can to try and find them.” Ditzy paid attention to the mayor, not nodding but it was clear she understood at least in abstract terms what she was saying. The two left the building and embarked upon a journey to a better life for the both of them, a life filled with further tragedies and comedies, the adventures of childhood shaping and forming the joyful cross-eyed pegasus Derpy to be the well known mare whom we all love.

Author's Note

I am only vague sure that this is the only fanfiction featuring Crafty Crate.