The Purloined Pony

Standing behind you is Ponyville’s resident mailmare, in all her wall-eyed glory.You sigh and crumple up the note in your hooves; no doubt it’s another lame excuse for emptying your pantry.Still, Ditzy is a good friend, when she’s not busy eating you out of house and home.

“Hi, Ditzy,” you say.“Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I was going to get some lunch and maybe—” Your stomach interrupts you with a growl.

Nodding sagely (or as sagely as anypony with googly-eyes can), Ditzy reaches into her mailbag and pulls out a carrot-bran muffin.Giving it to you, she winks and takes off, presumably going to finish her rounds.

You eat the muffin gratefully; you hadn’t realized how hungry you were until you got home.Feeling a bit fuller, you decide to forgive Ditzy for eating all your food (again); after all, food is easy to replace, but friendship should be treasured.

Then you head outside to tend to the baby carrots.After all, that’s what you came here to do.

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