Derpy's: A Worn-Down, Long-Abandoned Old Breakfast Shoppe
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Dinky hollered from her upstairs bedroom. Derpy always came to her little bundle of sunshine, but today Derpy wasn't coming, and Dinky was just too lazy to move. So she just kept screeching for her mom to come to her, but her mother never did. Finally, Dinky sighed in exasperation and stepped down the stairs. On the second-to-last step, however, Dinky tripped, falling flat on her face. In a painful lift of her head, Dinky was back up, but instead of finding where Derpy had gone, Dinky went straight to the bathroom. Dinky used the tiny purple stepping stool her mother had bought her for looking into the mirror, and Dinky saw a cut zig-zagged across her cheek. She figured she had fallen on something. She quickly put a bandage on her cheek, though her mother would still notice it. Derpy hated how Dinky always got hurt.
Dinky peeked outside, and found her mom getting ready to go somewhere. "Mommy!" Dinky yelled, opening the door and running outside. Derpy smiled and turned, but frowned when she saw the bandage on Dinky's cheek, already beginning to peel off. Derpy pressed the bandage back on her face, and looked down at her daughter, who smiled nervously.
"Dinky, dear, how many times have I told you to make sure you press the bandage on until it sticks!
