The Life of Trixie

“So how do you know all of this?” asked the orange mare. They were still sitting in the dimly lit café/inn, and they had gone through several cups of tea and orange juice(Non-alcoholic).

“My parents used to tell me this story over and over again when I was little. It was my favorite bed time story, actually. I’d beg and beg for them to tell it again and again. My father’s face would light up and my mother would be smiling, a real true pure smile.” said Trixie, wistfully.

“They’re everything to me.” she said, quietly.

“Where are they now?” asked the orange mare.

“Where they always, always are. Little Haystack. Haven’t left since they were married.” said Trixie.

“What about their honeymoon?” asked the orange mare“They were going to go to Saddle Arabia and Canterlot so my mom could show my dad around, but my father got sick with Hay Fever and they delayed the trip. Of course, they’ve always said they’d go back, but the little town…it works wonders on you.” replied Trixie.

“What about Charcoal Dust?”

“What about her?”

“She…she’s still alive, isn’t she?”

“Of course! Still works for Mr. Sapling Twig. Of course, he’s very old now, but he’s still like a grandpony to me.”

Trixie sipped her tea before continuing.

“She and my mother go over to Lemon Drop’s spa every Wednesday and catch up.”

“Tell me more. I want to hear the story.”

“Of course.”