The sun was high in the sky, the birds were singing and a little filly called Moondust lay fast asleep. She had spent the whole night staring up into the starry sky. A butterfly flittered through her window and landed gently on her muzzle. Moondust sneezed "Choo!" and shook her head. The little butterfly flew out the window as Moondust drowsily opened her eyes and looked out into the day.
Moondust stretched, yawned and clumsily clambered out of her bed. She walked out into the kitchen grabbed a bag of oatsand and emptied out the bag "Mmm an oaty breakfast, no, an oaty brunch, even better." She hastily gobbled down her oaty brunch and slung her saddle bags onto her back. She galloped out the door and left what remaind of her brunch on the table. She slowed to a trot as she passed the manor house on her way to the shops.
The manor house was huge home of a grouchy brown coated stallion called Thorn. Moondust had always been told to be quiet and ladylike when around Thorn or his house not that she needed to be told of course. Especially after that day when she had tripped outside Thorn's house and grazed her knee. She remebered how Thorn had shouted at her for crying about her grazed knee. Just the thought of another telling off made her stomache turn.
Moondust was almost at the shops, she took three bits from her saddlebags so she wouldn't have to rummage for them when at the counter. She walked up to shop door and pressed against it with her muzzle, it didn't budge. She tried to open the door again putting all her weight into it still, the door didn't budge. She took a deep breath and sighed, dissapointed that she still could not open the heavy door. She tapped at trhe door with her hoof and a tall dark haired mare came to the door and pulled it open. Moondust walked in put all three bits on the counter and said "Two sacks of oats please".
The shop owner lowered a sack of oats into each of Moondust's saddlebags. Moondust made her way back to the door, she didn't try to open it sshe already knew she couldn't. She looked up at the door and turned her head to the shop owner "Could you please..." The tall dark haired shop owner looked down at Moondust and said "Moondust, I still don't understand how a filly like you can carry two sacks of oats, but cannot open my shop door." Moondust sighed and tried to ask again "Please I'm already carrying TWO sacks of oats, could you just..." Moondust was interruped by the sound of the shop door opening "...Thank you." Moondust began the long journey home struggling under the weight of the two sacks of oats she was carriying.