My Life as A Pony

    "Checkmate!" A cross-eyed grey mare shouted as a light blue mare grunted.

"Aw, come on! How do you win three fluffin' times in a fluffin' row?!" Colgate asked, banging her head on the chess table. Derpy smiled.

"I've had practice. Lots of it. Doctor's a pretty good player if I do say so myself. He taught me a thing or two." Derpy was cut off by a smell of fresh muffins coming from the oven. She flew out of her chair, bumping her head into a lampshade, the trotted towards the source of the smell. Colgate, however, took out a book and stated reading it.

    A green unicorn pulled out a fresh batch of muffins, steam erupting from it in a graceful manner. Derpy drooled over them, them before the muffin could cool down, she scooped one up in a hoof, tossing it into her mouth. It was warm and soft, freshly baked as if it came from heaven. Lyra rolled her eyes, and went into the fridge for a glass of milk.

"Derpy, did you take my carton again?" she asked. The pegasus stopped in mid-bite of the blueberry muffin, then shrugged. She continued to enjoy the fresh pastry in her hooves. Lyra sighed, and checked the freezer. No milk there. She grunted, tossing her apron across the room, then headed for the guest bedroom.

   Doctor Hooves was reading a 57 chapter novel, laying on his double-mattress bed. He sipped a glass of orange juice with a bagel, then fell asleep before Lyra came into the room. She checked the glass.

"Orange, not milk. How am I gonna have breakfast now?" Lyra complained.

  She checked the attic.

"Spiders, not milk." She told herself, a tarantula crawling towards her, as she shut the latch. Climbing down the ladder, she decided to go outside. Her worst fear. She shivered at the thought, but then brushed the thought away.

   The green unicorn put on her hoodie, hood covering head, then threw a couple bits in her saddle bags, trotting outside. The light hit her clothing, but she didn't feel the warmth. Just coldness of her clothes.  She sighed again, heading to the market down the street from the house.

   Her aurora lit around her saddle bag, taking out a sack filled with bits. She approached a small stand with a stallion who was selling small milk cartons. Lyra dumped the whole sack of bits on the counter, pointing to a shelf of milk, next to boxes of farm eggs.

  "B-but it's only two bits!" the stallion said, taking the money. He gave the hoodie mare a stack of milk in a box, sending her off in full speed.

"Who was she anyway?"

     Lyra burst through the door, throwing the hoodie on the carpet.

"Guys, a new stock of milk!" she exclaimed Derpy, Doctor, and Colgate entering the kitchen right away.