Friendship Is Kindness

Princess Celestia raised the sun over the horizon and into Ponyville. The sunlight shone through my cottage windows and woke my husband, who, in turn, woke me with a muzzle nuzzle. “Time to rise and shine, lovebird lover,” he whispered into my ear.

The quilt on our bed was so warm and fluffy that I didn’t want to get out of bed yet. “Four more minutes, please?” I asked my husband. No answer came from him, because he didn’t hear me.

While I was still in bed, my husband was in our kitchen making our breakfast. Being a unicorn, he had no trouble at such a task.

By the time he finished, I was trotting carefully downstairs to the kitchen. I had finally decided to get out of bed.

“Here you go, dear,” my husband told me, giving me my breakfast—a cup of non-herbal tea and a daisy sandwich. “Thank you,” I answered politely, and the both of us dug in.

After my own breakfast, all I needed to do was give my diurnal animals their breakfast. My nocturnal animals were asleep at the time.