//------------------------------// // Breakfast - At the Sugar-cube Corner: 2 // Story: The Home - Unknown // by Ponyess //------------------------------//     I had left my home with directions, and a fresh supply of bits.  Not sure as to the actual worth of the funds I am carrying in my saddle bags, but at least I have the impression that I could pay for my breakfast.  If these bits are the worth of the money I had in my wallet the other day, I should be set for a few days, at the very least.  But alas, you never know.     I never was the rich guy before, or gall.  At least, I had enough to support myself.  I could go out and have some fun, or buy that special item to give me a silver lining.  I had a life.  Oh, and I even had a few friends.  Who am I now?  What am I?  A Pony, mare.     Just as I never was rich, I was not all that beautiful or good looking, or popular in the first place.  Just that one average guy.  Nothing special in any way.  Now I am a Pony, and probably not all that special as such, either.  I never strived to be special in the first place.  Why bother?  I don’t crave the attention that came with it.     Now I had followed the instructions of the back of a card I had found on the dinner table.  To wherever it had promised to take me.  What I found is a ginger bread house.  A cafe by the name, Sugar-cube Corner.     “Of course I would have to get used to referring to myself as a Pony and Mare now!” I thought, as I spotted the building I had been looking for.     I haste my steps and fall into a brisk trot as I approach the cafe.  I am hungry and eager to see what my new life is going to be like.  The mare inside is certainly waiting for me already, isn’t she?     While I had not made a reservation or booked a table, at the cafe; but my tummy had started to grumble in order to remind me, of the lack of food I had suffered since I came here.  Besides, as a Pony, I am sure to have a larger appetite than I had had before I came here.  Horses eat far more than Humans, do to larger body mass; even I know as much, if truth is to be told.  I am not the farmer or nature guy, I never was.     As I am trotting up towards the building, I slow down until I stop before the door.  Pushing up the door, only to see a pink mare with darker, bright pink mane, tightly curled up.     With a merry jingle of the doorbell, the door goes up as I push it.  I step into the generous space of the cafe, only to spot the pink mare behind the counter.  What had I been expecting?  Of course she had to be there, on this very special occasion.     She had already spotted me, looking overly excited as she is batting her large, expressive eyes at me.     “Hiya, I am Pinkie Pie!  You are new in Ponyville!” she is exclaiming, in joyous excitement, over my entrance.     “Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, quietly; subdued by her over the top exuberance and rambunctious personality.     “Since you are new in Ponyville, I will have to throw you a Welcome to Ponyville party!” she announced, jubilantly.     “She does?” I thought.     “Oh, okay; I think!” I stammered, in bewildered surprise and shock over the latest revelation.     “I am a party pony, who plans and throws parties!” she exclaimed, in explanation as she tried her best to contain herself.     “Sounds like fun!” I respond, trying to grasp her latest statement.     “Now, what would you have?” she continues, returning to her regular daytime job.     “Oh, yeah!  I was hoping for breakfast!” I respond.     “What can I offer, or tempt you with?” Pinkie inquires, excitedly.     “Muffins, smaller miniatures?  Apple, Blueberry, Strawberry, lemon and Cinnamon?” I ponder, as I look at the pastries available to me.     “Coming right up, your selection of miniature muffins are ready!  Anything else to go with these?” she announces, clearly indicating the set of muffins she had stacked on a small plate she had slipped onto the tray.     “Since this is my breakfast, could I have a glass of milk and juice?” I inquire.     “We do have regular Cow’s milk available, but which juice would you prefer?  We do have Apple, Pear, Orange and Cherry!” she responds, in her excited voice.     “If she does everything with the excited grin on her face, she would have knocked the feet from right under the entire market, back home!” I ponder.     “The cow’s milk will be fine; it is locally produced, I take it!  The Orange juice, please, but I guess I should sample your other varieties later!” I respond.     “Okeley, dokeley!” she responds, as she poured up juice and milk in large glasses.     "That’ll be seven bits, please!” she added.     I managed to open the pocket of the saddle bags and extract the golden looking cons.  I slipped the coins she had just asked for on the counter before her.     “Step right in and pick a table, I’ll be right with you in an instant!” Pinkie Pie explained helpfully, beaming a wide grin at me.     “What can I offer, or tempt you with?” Pinkie inquires, excitedly.     “Muffins, smaller miniatures?  Apple, Blueberry, Strawberry, lemon and Cinnamon?” I ponder, as I look at the pastries available to me.     “Coming right up, your selection of miniature muffins are ready!  Anything else to go with these?” she announces, clearly indicating the set of muffins she had stacked on a small plate she had slipped onto the tray.     “Since this is my breakfast, could I have a glass of milk and juice?” I inquire.     “We do have regular Cow’s milk available, but which juice would you prefer?  We do have Apple, Pear, Orange and Cherry!” she responds, in her excited voice.     “If she does everything with the excited grin on her face, she would have knocked the feet from right under the entire market, back home!” I ponder.     “The cow’s milk will be fine; it is locally produced, I take it!  The Orange juice, please, but I guess I should sample your other varieties later!” I respond.     “Okay!” she responds, as I followed her latest instruction and trotted into the cafe proper. Of course I had trotted out, into the cafe proper as she told me.  I had found a table in the corner with what I thought looked like comfortable chairs.  As I sit down, I had found my initial impression quite correct, too. True to her word, Pinkie Pie had carried the order for me.    I am quite impressed with how she had carried the plate on her hack and the glasses in her mane. “Here you go, bon appetite!” she exclaims, as she placed the glasses on the table before me, just after she slipped the plate down. “Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond. “You are quite welcome, silly!” she states. “This does look quite delicious!” I declare. “Thank you, I baked it myself!” she prompts. “Oh!” I exclaim, taking a sip of the juice. I take another sip, before I tentatively pick up a muffin and takes a bite out of it. “Apple!” I exclaim, as I experience the taste of the first muffin I had just picked up. Of course, it is new and uncertain to hold a muffin with my hoof.  I still do love these tasty treats.  Then I also noticed how the pastries never had been in contact with the papery wrappers one thought mandatory for baking muffins.  It would have been hard to impossible to remove these pestering nuisances by hoof. At first, I had been enjoying my meal, but then I slowly slowed down in order to have the time to actually enjoy the taste of the muffins I had bought for myself. In the end, I ended up washing the last of the final muffin with a gulp of juice.  I had enjoyed every last bite of my muffins, but now I do feel rather filed up.  Not exactly bloated in any means, thank you. I imagine the milk and juice should do me a world of good, it is after all how I used to enjoy my mornings before I woke up in Ponyville.  I may have considered to ask for a cup of tea, after breakfast; yet now I had changed my mind, not quite having the appetite for it. With the last of my breakfast out of the way, I pushed the chair back and rose to my hooves.  Once on all my four hooves, I slowly and carefully trotted out of the room.  Of course, Pinkie Pie just had to be at the counted as I was exiting. “Hiya, and welcome back!” she exclaimed. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie.  I will be back, and soon!” I promised, as I trotted out the door and into the bustling community of Ponyvile.