Do we all know the mail mare. Do we know the cards dealt to Ditzy Hooves, fellow child of a line lost to time. Her story is wistful and bittersweet. Meadows wash with bathing light, but, in darkest night, she remembers how she became her own tragedy. She yearns long-gone lullabies and simpler, childish times blowing bubbles in the breeze. A wash of sour eyes to show the soul where happiness lies.

[Takes place in the Bubblegum Universe.]