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// The origin of an origin 
// Story: The origins of Ditzy Doo 
// by Joshua PickleSmith 
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Chapter 1: The origin of an origin 


“Ditzy, come and get your breakfast, you'll be late,” shouted an aggravated Mum ready to positively explode from anticipation of the upcoming day. I won't shout ag- “I'm here” interrupted the young filly. “Hurry up and finish your food Ditz- oh my, I'm late as well,” said the frantic mum, who glanced at the clock for a fraction of a second and as if instinct, grabbed her daughter by the mane and mantled her on top of her., then set off out the door and into the fresh air.“Hey... Mom... I... Didn't... Finish my.... Grass” said Ditzy as her Mother rode through the winding tracks and rocky roads of FillyDelphia. “There's no time, you'll be late, and more importantly, I'll be late.” Both Ditzy and her Mother had inherently got a bad sense of time, which was made even more worrying when Ditzy's father passed away. He was always on time, you could say that the relationship between Ditzy's mum and Dad was a case of opposites attracting. But after he had passed away, things went all loco in the coco as a matter of speaking.

"You know you can put me down now, I'm a big pony you know, I can gallop just as fast as you." Ditzy said with a slight hint of over confidence. "No no no, I beg to differ my little pony, if it wasn't for me you would still be eating your wheat's," snarled the Mare. "anyway my legs are longer than yours, this is much faster." Though Ditzy hated to admit it she knew her mother was right, she was always trying to compensate for the loss of a certain family member, Ditzy only wished she could be more helpful, as if coming to a resolution Ditzy vowed to always be on time from now on. That resolution was quickly broken again, again, and again. 

Ditzy's mother came to an abrupt halt almost hurtling Ditzy in the process, Ditzie's Mom lowered so Ditzy could set her hooves on solid ground. Ditzy quickly hopped to the school grounds and started mingling with her friends almost immediately. "I'll be here at the end of the day sweetheart" shouted the mare. Ditzy in reply gave a shy smile and a quick wave with her hoof and continued talking with her friends.

"They grow up so fast" 

Mrs Doo turned her back on the school and headed towards her own appointment she was already running out of time for.