Standing behind you is Ponyville’s resident mailmare, in all her wall-eyed glory. You sigh and crumple up the note in your hooves; no doubt it’s another lame excuse for emptying your pantry. Still, Ditzy is a good friend, when she’s not busy eating you out of house and home.
“Hi, Ditzy,” you say. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I was going to get some lunch and maybe—” Your stomach interrupts you with a growl.
Nodding sagely (or as sagely as anypony with googly-eyes can), Ditzy reaches into her mailbag and pulls out a carrot-bran muffin. Giving it to you, she winks and takes off, presumably going to finish her rounds.
You eat the muffin gratefully; you hadn’t realized how hungry you were until you got home. Feeling a bit fuller, you decide to forgive Ditzy for eating all your food (again); after all, food is easy to replace, but friendship should be treasured.
Then you head outside to tend to the baby carrots. After all, that’s what you came here to do.
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