A small, purplish unicorn filly skipped happily to the tune of her favorite carol as she made her way to the nearby store. It was the special time of the year, and this one, she was sure, she would end up buying the perfect gift for her perfect mother. Dinky giggled as she looked around the shoe store, eyeing the weird shoes and the silly ones that made funny noises when the front part of the hoof was touched.
Though the shoes were fun to look at, she could not find a pair that she thought would match her mom perfectly, until she caught sight of 2 pairs of pretty red shoes. Running over to the pair with a spark of happiness in her eyes, she gazed at the loveliness of the shoes and how they seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Her smile then turned into a frown as she looked at the price of the shoes
“What’s wrong kid?” a random stallion asked
“It’s just that I saw these amazing shoes and, well sir I wanted to buy them for my mommy because-” the little filly was quickly interrupted by the stallion as he looked down at the little filly with his eyes full of tears.
“Oh, you poor foal!” The stallion cried as he gave a big hug to the now confused filly, “Your mother is going to die in but a few moments and a pair of shoes for her! Oh the tragedy, oh the drama, ohhh the powerful love!”
“Uhhhh, yeah?” Dinky said, very confused.
“Here, you brave filly,” the stallion said, putting some bits on the table and handing Dinky the shoes, “Take them, and go, give your dying mother her dear, sweet gift.”
“uhhhhh, ok?” Dinky said with an arched eyebrow and a shrug of her shoulders. She had learned long ago not to talk to overly emotional weird ponies, unless she was Pinkie Pie. In which case, talking to her would normally lead to muffins and cake. Leaving the shoe store, she skipped happily down the street and towards home to deliver the gift;however, she did not notice the log in front of her that caused her to trip and lose control of the shoes.
Now free of the magic, the four shoes flew through the air and bounced off the nearby wall. After bouncing off the wall, it sailed through the air and through the open window of a dressmaker's shop. Running as fast as she could to the window, Dinky got a good look inside at who had gotten her present in her grasp,
“AT LAST!” Squealed a white unicorn from inside the room, “Now my “Ozma of Oz” line of outfits is complete and magnifique!”
“Ozma of Oz?” Dinky asked as she looked into the window and saw Rarity putting the final touches on a set of clothes that reminded her of one of her favorite book series. Letting loose a sigh of defeat, she turned and went to Sugar Cube Corner, deciding to get her mother a pan of muffins instead. As she walked into the store, she saw the stallion from earlier that day looking strangely at a pink earth pony. Trying to ignore him, she walked up to the counter and placed her order.
“Excuse me, little filly,” the stallion asked, looking at Dinky, “but what are you getting now?”
“Well, it’s just that, my mom loves muffins and sir, I want to buy these muffins, momma says there’s not much time.” Dinky said, hearing a song starting up in the background, complete with a group of musicians playing instruments. Said instruments were then broken and the musicians kicked out by a white unicorn with an electric blue mane, who then replaced the music with much more bad-ass music.
The stallion looked down at little Dinky, his eyes brimming with tears as he said, “OH! You poor, little money-less foal!”
“I have cash sir,” Dinky tried to object but watched as the stallion continued.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you these muffins to give to your SICK DYING MOTHER! Oh, you poor, innocent and kind foal!” The stallion said as he began to emphasise his words with overly flashy moves.
Pinkie, pan of muffins in mouth, lowered her head to Dinky and whispered, “Call the poliiice.”
Without a second thought, the little purple-grey mare nodded her head quickly and grabbed the muffins with her magic and ran out of the store, making sure the authorities knew of the mad pony within the shop.
Muffins happily in her magic, Dinky skipped her way towards home. However, she then tripped on some muddy ground from the wetness of the snow and lost her grip on the pan of muffins. Letting out a scream of anguish, the blonde filly watched in horror as the muffins crashed against a gravestone that somepony left over from Nightmare Night. Sadly, the little filly ran to the destroyed muffins and sat in front of the tombstone, crying, “My muffins.”
“See, look at how she weeps for her now-dead mother!” The stallion from before shouted, pointing at Dinky, “Oh the drama, oh the sadness, oh the POWERFUL love, oh the movie deals!”
“Come on, Hallmark,” the police stallion said, holding a tight grip on the insane earth pony, “Lets go back to the home for overly-sappy christmas songs.”
Dinky, meanwhile, paid no heed to the sad little stallion as she mourned the loss of muffins. She then felt a wing lay on her back and pull her into a hug, “Oh, my little muffin, this is PERFECT! I always wanted a baking pan like this!”
“But, mom! That wasn’t the gift I wanted to give you,” Dinky said, “I wanted to give you some muffins because I lost the shoes I got you.”
Derpy shook her head as she nuzzled her daughter’s neck, “Oh Dinky, you know that I would love any gift that you got me, no matter how big or small it is. Because... I always have the best gift in you, my little muffin.”
“Mom, that is so...” Dinky was about to say something snarky, but was tickled by a feather tip.
“I am your mother, I am allowed to be sappy once in a while,” Derpy said, standing up and putting her little ‘muffin’ on her back, “Now, come on, let’s try this new muffin pan out!”
“Ok Mom!” Dinky said with a giggle as she held her mother’s neck and was carried back home.