Derpy arrived home with a steamy fresh muffin in hoof. She took a whiff of it's magnificent Blueberry scent. "Mmmmm I can't wait to take a bite of you." Derpy giggled to herself. Every week once a week she would indulge herself in a muffin, since taking care of Dinky seemed to be very taxing on her speaking of taxes she had plenty of those too. Derpy opened the front door to her house and set the muffin on the counter. After taking off her saddle bag she sat down in front of the muffin she took another glorious whiff and then went to pick it up. Her hoof stopped above the surface their was something strange about this muffin she could sense it. "Hmmm To muffin or not to muffin that is the question... to quote Fillyiam Shakespeares' play Haylet
