Hoof To Dust.

I tried to smile politely at Butter Milk and contain the shocked expression screaming to get out. “It’s me, Bon Bon, you foal sat me, ummm, you used to give me one of your home made butter cookies and a cup of sweet milk before bed every night. I came to see you before I left” It was so hard not to scream at her. “Do you remember me now?’’  I can’t the sound of desperation in my voice.

“No dear, sorry.” She said goodbye to Sweet Song and got back to drawing a picture of a flower. “Ok just got to go to the bakery now you should come in.” The shock of Butter Milk not recognising me must register on my face because Sweet Song looks generally distressed for me.” Oh honey, don’t take it personally, she’s old and it’s only one pony. I’m sure Sugar Spice will remember you!” I want to sigh, but something tells me I shouldn’t. “Yeah, ok but then can we go home?” I ask. “Of course!” The smile on her face is insane but not forced, she never needs to force a smile. “Ok, my cart is out here” she says gesturing around a big fancy cart. “Here she is!” She points to the old run down, wooden old cart she had as a child. “You still have this old cart?”

“Well yeah, were not that rich silly” she giggles. Sweet Song is a tiny pony with a slight build. “Ummm, are you sure you can pull this, I mean you’re so tiny Sweet Song. How about I pull you.”

“Blossom Valley, I’ve been pulling it for years”

“Ummm, my name is Bon Bon and are you sure you’re just so tiny”

“Sorry Bon Bon and you should know I’m stronger than I look”. It’s true she is strong, she did come 3rd place in the iron pony contest at school but I have a lot of suit cases.  That’s when I spot him. The yellow stallion in which I shared my first kiss. His purple mane sticks out as always, and I can’t help calling out his name. “Corn Tune!” Even before the words leave my lips, I regret them. I jump into the cart, hoping he didn’t hear me. But I know he did. I peep over the edge of the cart to see him look around. If there is one pony I don’t want to see other than my father, it’s Corn Tune. “If you’re sure, ok, fine let’s go!” I say nervously. Sweet Song takes off without question. But I somehow think she might need help when we get 5K up Saddle Stride Valley where I lived when I was younger. Where I kissed Corn Tune. No push him out of your mind. The more I think about him, the harder it  will be to stay here. So I manage to push Corn Tune to the back of my mind. For now. But when she starts pulling, I think I might have to rethink that. She stars of so fast, I’m startled. “What, too fast for you Blossom Valley!” It’s hard to ignore the fact that she’s enjoying the fact that my jaw hit the bottom of the cart. “were here!’’ Sweet Song announces. “Yup” I say. It’s kind of awkward but it will all be worth it when I get to see Hay Seed. But I have to remind myself that I’m only here to help out for a couple of days. I have to be back for my exam final. I follow mode Sweet Song out of the cart as we trot into the bakery I can’t shake the feeling that no pony will recognise me. Witch of course is stupid considering I grew up here. “Hi Sugar Spice” beams Sweet Song. “Hi Sugar Spice” I try to mimic the sweet voice I had as a filly. I would get to come in here most Mondays and Fridays with mother to collect the bread and stuff. I always liked it in here because of the beautiful smell of freshly baked goods. “Why hello dear” Sugar Spice replies with the same comforting voice. I’m sure she knows who I am until she drops my self-esteem to the floor when she says. “And who might you be young mare?” This time it’s even harder to hold my tongue. “Urrr, forget this!” I say as I storm out to gram my suitcases. “Sorry” I hear Sweet Song say as she runs out. “Hey, where are you going?” She asks. “Home, it was a mistake coming here, tell hay seed hi but… I just can’t do this” I scream. Sweet Song trots over to grab a bag I dropped. She picks it up and puts it back in her cart. “No, Hay Seed would be crushed. You have to see him” She’s nearly begging. “Urrr fine. But I don’t want to have to see any pony else but my folks then go home” I say. “ok, put your stuff in the cart.” She says, so I do and before I know it, we’re off again. Off to Hay Seed. I can't wait to see the look on his face!