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// Pilsung of Truth 
// Story: My Special Muffin 
// by Neutralbrony 
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My watch couldn't have ran for more than an extra minute until another soft glare from those rounded pupils reflect the chimney's glow. It’s that same familiar face along with that cute stare as if hidden away from this world and yet granted that I am gifted to see them. The grin on my face turned into a smile, which was when I finally saw that leap of courage I had been waiting for this whole time, quite literally.

I could never tell if it was in fact my own smile, but I do remember it being the time that her body began to slowly limp inches closer near the edge and sort of lung forward with a careful drop to the floor. Her body was closer than ever to the light from the doorway I sat next to. Unbenounced to me what I had suddenly began to realize this animal wasn't just a cat or dog. Eyebrows elevated in disbelief and jaw remaining stationary, I was witnessing something truly out of this world.

There was a tiny pony living in a stone brick oven in a burned sweets and treats bakery. A grey coat fur with a blonde mane and tail; two colors I never thought would've ever come together on any sort of furry animal. The approach of her body as she took that first leap onto the hard floor gave me such an impersonation that her body was very ridged yet delicate, being no larger than what I thought was a small house cat but she had such an abnormally sized head for her size. Almost adorable it seemed.

Her light grey coat covered in dust, a partially dripping wet scrawny tail, teacup ears and rounded hooves. She was so tiny and precious to me with that innocent stare I could see standing on all fours while leaning in a bit closer on the fronts of her distinguishable hooves. It wasn't until my pupils fully dilated under concentration that I began to fully observe those eyes. I tried not to gasp at the sight and had to conceal it under my hand. This little filly that stood in front of me has a pair of abnormal googly eyes. I could see so many things inside these eyes. Remaining neutral, I simply smiled at her.

My hand instinctively reached out while my pants were still planted on the ground. At first I thought she wanted to get close enough to smell my fingertips, like when someone’s dog meets you for the first time. Frozen again in this meeting of progress however the little critter just stood there with some sort of recognizable facial expression frown on her face. It was a frown, but then it wasn't just a frown. Like a dog with haste and concern and yet unable to fully register.

After a few more seconds of her standing there about 10 feet away from my sneakers, she took another seat on the ground. Perhaps this was her way of opening up to a stranger. It was easy to respect how close as she willing to get for the time being. Minutes went by as the little filly took a spot on the cold floor with an occasionally cute turning of her head as if unable to make heads up or down of my appearance. I definitely had her attention now.

Without getting up, I decided to open the other granola bar stowed in my opposite coat pocket. Leaned my body slightly over to the left side of where she was sitting, gentle placing a small piece about half-ways between us with her cautiously watching my hand movement. ‘You can have some more’ I whispered. After slowly pulling back to give the filly the desired and more comfortable distance, I saw her pupils grow big and she immediately made the most adorable little pounce I had ever seen. Her mouth instantly nomming on the granola again, but this time like it was alive. It was more than enough to make me giggle a bit at the sight of her satisfaction.

Time went by for us as I broke off more and more pieces of food for her to eat, setting it down almost in front of her and she would move it back a few inches to still keep the distance between us, while still munching so happily on the delicious crunchy treat. I would pause for a moment after every piece she finished to see if she still wanted more, which of course was given by her eyes locked on my hands. All the more reason to assume her stomach is made of iron.

My watch beeped at the 60 minute interval and I was out of food to give. Looking at the tiny pony animal, I softly replied ‘Sorry, I’m all out.’ A slight tilt of the head and puzzled look kept us both in silence. It seemed like this might be the end of our encounter if there was nothing else for me to offer. What would come next however is beyond anything I could think of to give reason or logic.

With a sort once over look, the little grey thing turned her head around and jumped back into her little stove bedding. At first I thought she only wanted food and would go back into hiding since there was no more to receive. I sighed with another grin and was about to get up, but right when I started, she came back with something in her mouth. Carried by her muzzle was a small, untouched and fully edible muffin from within the stove that she set down on the ground and then backing away. 

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing there. This uncharted cute pony creature was giving me one of her muffins. Was it a peace offering? Maybe she just wanted to share with me since I had shown a little compassion with her. The filly continued to stare at me, as if waiting for me to pick up the muffin. ‘For me?’ I asked. Her mouth gave a smile as a reply. It was definitely a smile.

How could anyone in their right mind pass up on an adorable act of consideration and understanding from this wonderful and sentimental life form? With only a slight hesitation, I kneeled down to pick up the half remaining and still wrapped muffin; bringing it up to my mouth and indulging myself in the wonderful taste. The most wonderful thing about this was that I was not only enjoying a gift from somebody, or somepony rather, it was also my favorite kind of muffin; poppy seed.

After eating the entire thing, I just sat back down and said ‘Thank you,’ by which point I really didn’t know what else to do, except sit there and just look at the filly staring back at me. That small almost cat sized body along with the well-toned grey fur and beach boy blond color in her mane and tail. It was just too adorable for me to handle, and yet I still had to restrain myself from getting any closer or do anything that might frighten her. It was entirely up to her just how close she was willing to get.