A Scarred Past

So I wandered around for about 2 months going from town to town until I ended up at dodge city, I slept in the alleyways and scourged for food. I never spent more then two weeks at a place but I only spent 3 days here. I felt as if tension was rising almost as if something big was going happen.

I woke up to loud noises and looked outside the alley ways to find a big parade with people standing all around. I felt like I needed to get out of there or else I'll be caught by the patrolling police.

I somehow ended up near a bakery shop, and the food smelled so good it made my stomach growl. You could smell the cupcakes, muffins, cookies, and other pastries. I decided to check the back to the trash cans to see if any of the pastries were still good.

Most were stale but there were a few edible ones in there. I heard noises so I hid behind the trash can, I saw a male person with a orange hide and a darker shaded orange mane and tail. He was throwing trash away and he must of saw me because he stared right at me. I guess no matter how dirty I am my pink coat and mane stick out like a sore thumb.

He looked at me in a form of pity which I did not like, it made me feel weak and helpless. "He there little fella" he said " where are your parents?" I shrugged. "Would you like to come inside" he asked politely. I just simply stared indecisively. "We won't hurt you" the man said " my name is carrot cake."