The sun began to rise on another beautiful day in Ponyville. Derpy Hooves woke up early, like she did every morning, so she could see the sunrise. “Today’s gonna be great day.” Said the gray pegasus as she opened her curtains to let the sunshine in. The stallion who still laid in bed put a pillow over his face. “Good morning honey.” She said, smiling at the pony. She heard him respond with something that sounded like a muffled good morning, followed by snores. He wasn’t an early riser like his wife. She rubbed her stomach as it began to growl. “Time for breakfast.” Derpy walked down the hall and knocked on Dinky Doo’s door so she could enjoy the sunrise and eat breakfast with her.
“Mommy, it’s too early.” Dinky said as she rubbed her eyes. The purple unicorn was used to being woken up early though, her mother loved having her daughter with her more than the sunrise.
“Aww sorry muffin, but you’re up now, sooooooooooooooo, how about some breakfast?” Derpy asked with a smile.
“Yes please mommy, can we have waffles?” Dinky asked sleepily.
“Uh, sorry baby, your father had to take the waffle iron to the repair shop.” Derpy said as she rubbed the back of her neck. “How ‘bout you pick something else?”
“Pancakes?” Dinky asked now almost as awake as her mother.
“Um, he had to take all the eggs to the repair shop too.” Derpy said with a nervous smile.
“That’s okay mommy, how about …” the little pony stroked her chin as she pondered what she wanted for breakfast “some cereal.” She said happily.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’re some bowls still left after yesterday.” Derpy said, trying to remember how many bowls were still intact.
“Yay, I’ll race you downstairs mommy.” Dinky said as she crouched, getting ready to run.
“Oh I don’t think we should muffin, mommy’s kinda clumsy and … one, two, three, go!” Derpy said as she began flying to the kitchen. Dinky Doo squealed and started to run after her. “You can’t be beat me muffin, you can call me ‘Derpy the Dasher’ go ahead, call me that.” Derpy said, looking back at her daughter.
“Um, mommy?” Dinky said nervously.
“Close enough.” Derpy said as she crash into living room fan.
“I was gonna say watch out.” Dinky said giggling, running past her mother and into the kitchen. “I win!” She threw her hooves in the air.
“Okay, I guess you did” Derpy said picking up the ceiling fan off the floor “and as the winner you can choose what cereal we'll eat.”
“I want Flower Bits, it’s my favorite.” Dinky said as she floated a bowl from the cupboard.
“Hmm, well guess what?” Derpy asked her daughter as she held something behind her back. “They're my favorite too!” she said showing her daughter the box. She filled her daughters bowl with oat flakes and pieces of flower shaped marshmallows. “Let me get you some milk muffin.” Derpy said grabbing the milk carton from the fridge and poured it for her daughter.
“Mommy that’s good.” Dinky said as her mother kept pouring milk into her bowl.
“Not yet. Milk is good for you so drink up.” Derpy said as the milk began to spill out of the bowl. “Uh oh, um, don’t worry about that I’ll clean it up.”
“Mommy, can I have some orange juice too please?” Dinky asked as she began to devour her cereal. It was her favorite after all.
“Of course you can muffin.” Derpy opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange juice and put it on the table. “Float a cup over here and I’ll pour it for you.”
“Mmhmm.” Dinky said with a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. As the cup landed on the table, Derpy knocked the bottle of juice over with her wing. “Oops … my bad; gimme a sec, I’ll clean this up and I’ll squeeze us some more.” Derpy wiped the table and walked over to the fruit bowl only to realize there weren’t any oranges. She bit her lip. “Dinky sorry, no oranges left, I’ll go buy some later today. But we have plenty of apples, how about some apple juice?” She asked as she began to juggle the apples.
“But mommy … I don’t think … you can make … apple juice … the same way … you make orange juice.” Dinky said between bites of Flower Bits. Derpy dropped the apples, each one somehow landing right on her head.
“Of course you can, now, where’s that juicer?” She asked as she looked around the kitchen. She remembered that her husband had to take the juicer to the repair shop after the last time she tried to apple juice with it. “Hmm. That’s right, no juicer.” She clapped her hooves “I got it.” Derpy flew upstairs and quickly came back down, carrying her favorite mallet and two sets of goggles. She handed her a daughter the extra pair.
“Mommy what are you gonna do with that?” Dinky asked worriedly as she put her goggles on.
“Make some juice muffin.” She said as she put all of the apples they had close to each other on the table. “Count down, baby.” Derpy told her daughter as she raised the mallet above her head.
“Three, two …” Dinky looked away, covering her bowl of cereal “one.” She said meekly
SPLAT!!!
Mashed apple bits flew across the kitchen, coating Derpy’s goggles and Dinky’s mane with pulpy fruit. “I did it!” Derpy exclaimed wiping the mush away so she could see her work. “Oh. Oh no.” The pegasus saw the mess she had made. She slumped down and drooped her head. She wasn’t able to make apple juice for her daughter. Dinky Doo walked over to her mother and sat down next to her. “It’s okay mommy, you just made apple sauce instead of apple juice.” She wiped a bit of the mush off her cheek and tasted it. “And it’s super yummy. Try some.” Derpy wiped a bit off from Dinky's mane and put it in her mouth.
“Mmmm. You’re right muffin. Next time I’ll just hammer the apples in a bowl so they won’t end up all over the walls.” Derpy said with a smile.
