Short Stories of a Dad

"Where's mum, dad?" Sarah asked as we were enjoying our milkshakes.

"Mummy is gone to play at Doodle and Matilda's wedding, Sarah dear" I answered her.

"But why are you not there then, dad?"

"Because then, who would look after you and get you some milkshakes?"

Sarah rubbed her chin from what I said to her.

"Point taken" She replied with a smile.

Before I could answer or laugh from my daughter's answer. A creature flew right passed us that I could only described as a... Bug-bear and was fighting with the mane six.

"Nope" I answered suddenly as I picked up Sarah and began to walk home... Quickly.

"Where are we going?" Sarah asked.

"Home"

"What about mummy?"

"Octy is tough lady and she's in the wedding inside the town hall"

"But you're tougher and bigger then that prince?"

"I hate to say this... But the reason why I'm not facing that bear is because I got a bit of French in me"