I had just come with the train to Ponyville, alone, lonely. I'm shunned by my very own. I had none, nopony to go to, as it were.
It's a bleak prospect, and for me as a changeling, it is devastating beyond words. I'm none, nothing. Who would even care for how it all ended?
I slowly moved along, it is the village of hopes, such as stated from the ponies I've overheard. Thus I had ended up here. It's but a small village, at the edge of hopes. The forest looming foreboding. I guess that's good enough for me, in the state I'm in? All alone, why not go to a place like this?
Then I just happened to pass the one place, the element of Laughter. The Sugar-Cube corner of all places? I guess I could have laughed myself silly, any other day?
Only this time I stopped short. There is something, a sense of hope? I felt the badly needed love radiate, from the one mare, having a Muffin with her little foal. I knew nothing of either of them, as I passed, but I couldn't take a single step, as I was just a window from the two of them.
In my current state, I couldn't help myself, I had found the warmth I so desperately needed. Now I need a way in, an excuse to stay close to the mare I had found. With this in mind, I opened the door to the café, and walked in, hearing the happy chime of the Sugar-Cube corner as I enter.
The next thing I knew, the pink Pony approached me. I had no idea at the time, it is Pinkie Pie. She tended the counter, and is baking the pastries here. By the scents assailing my nostrils, she was doing an awesome job at it. I guess she is a Party Pony after all, even if I had yet to learn the consequences of it.
I closed my eyes, for a moment, not knowing how to react. Only she stepped before me, and slipped the package to me, and I could but accept?
“I've seen who you were looking at!” she stated.
“Uh, it is that obvious?” I mumbled.
“I know you'd enjoy sticking by her, if you're up to it. She isn't a bad choice, even though she already has a foal to care for. Or is this why she is so good?” Pinkie Pie chimed in my ear.
“Since you know her, I guess I'll take your word for it. I'm new in town. But you already knew that, right?” I enquired.
“If you hadn't been, you'd know, I know everyone in town, and more intimately than most Ponies ever would. Since I haven't seen your face before, you aught to be new?” she just teased, then pushed me towards, where she knew I was heeding.