I Would Wait a Million Years

I visited a very nice café today, down on the corner of Rose Garden Road and Cobbleback Court. They had the most delectable scones, and I must remember to take you there when you return. I sat out on the patio, and looked out over the hustle and bustle of the city.

Across the street from the café, a young mare was selling some hoof-knitted clothing and decorations. I watched her for some time, as I ate away at my lunch. Not a single pony stopped at her stall, not a single pony even glanced in her direction! I could see their eyes slide right over her and look at the high-end jewelry store next to her instead.

Finishing my lunch, I paid and strode over to the poor mare, who was staring dejectedly at the ground. She did not notice me at first, so I stood there and casually perused her wares. It was several moments later that she finally realized she had a customer.

We chatted briefly and I paid for a very nice fleece blanket that I knew you would just adore. She insisted on a cheap fee, telling me that her creations were not worthy of being higher-end.  I told her that to pay such a price would be insulting to the both of us and paid her nearly quadruple.

The smile on her face was worth the small hit to my bank account.

Laden with your new blanket, I went on home and laid it over your chair, so that you would see it whenever you came home.

I look at it now, and I smile.