Derpy's Music box by Paul Sport
Derpy trots around the house clumsily knocking over chairs and hitting bookshelves without a care no more.
The unfortunate loss of her daughter, Dinky left her in a dark house with trash and mail a mess all over, and the many tears on her face.
"THUMP!!"
Derpy quickly turned around, after knocking over a bookshelf again, and there stood a dusty music box with the words, "TO MUMMY FROM DINKY" written in crayon.
She remembers the day she received that gift. the house was bright and clean, and Dinky was there by her mothers side. The reaction on Derpy's face showed all the appreciation toward Dinky. They both had their huge grins from the joy they give each other that day.
Derpy thought of winding the music box, like they always did back then at the end of the day, with her and Dinky laying on the bed, but she was hesitated it would just remind her the fact that she's gone now.
Later that night, a huge storm came in, the thunders so long it shook the room, quick lighting flashes brightening through the window, and rain drops hitting the rooftop like bullets. It kept Derpy awake, the noise was piercing through her head. All she wanted was some sleep to hopefully visit Dinky in her dreams.
She saw the music box still laying there after it fell earlier. she remembered how it would help Dinky go to sleep, and make her start to doze off as well.
The box was dusty and so old the writing start to fade away. Derpy trotted over to it. The storm calmed down a bit so she can hear her hooves hitting the hard floor with every step. She felt the cold surface once sitting down in front of the box, then she started winding. The rapid ticking sound can barley be heard over the storm. She sat the box in front of her, she patiently wait for the music to arise. Slowly a series of dings spark out of the box, forming different pitches and patterns. Every time this music box was played Dinky was there listening with her, enjoying the sweet delicate sounds, but this did not bring derpy any joy, instead it brought her into tears, it felt like pouring salt on an open wound, with each sound entering her ears. the song only lasted a minute, but it felt like and hour, she lied on the cold floor, tears running down the side of her face. The storm grew heavy again, and eventually she cried herself to sleep, hoping her dinky would visit her in her dreams just to see her again.
The End.
