Short stories

I see the little fillies play on my yard, I don't mind. I enjoy a little company every now and then. Sometimes this little one, SkyBolt, I believe was his name. I still remember him for he had a red and yellow mane, and these big blue curious eyes. He would come up to me and ask me if I knew any stories. I would always tell him a story, and I got used to seeing him 3 times a week. Now, he has gotten older, but he still asks me if I know anymore stories. I always chuckle, the lad is so curious, I tell ya. I once told him about my mom. She was a wonderful mother. Even though we were short on bits, we lasted. Now, SkyBolt sits across from me as I tell him this story.