This is the day of her arrival, which I had chosen for her birthday. I have no cue as to her actual birthday. She had no idea either, which only was natural?
I had chosen to wake her up with breakfast on her bed, even though I just couldn't bring myself to actually wake her up early. It ended up with her waking up, just as I was opening her door.
I had made a special Apple-treat for her. It had taken me the better part of an hour, making it, not that I am the Master baker. Not that she was either, though I guess she had a good hoof with anything involving apples, even though, farming is her main talent.
Naturally, she had enjoyed the treat, just as I knew she would.
Then it comes to the gift, I chose to give her one of these hats, one of the more stylish Western hats, that is. As it went, I felt it would go well with her.
Only then, I handed her an entire bottle of Apple Cider, which she apparently loved to death.
Then I had another gift for her, a small stereo, and the first of her albums to play.
Since she came through as the farmer, her talent did push the point through thoroughly enough, I figured she was a western Girl, after all.
“Thank' Ya!” she spoke as she saw what I had just given her.
I couldn't help but noticing her southern dialect. I know there was no way she could have head it, there was no chance she could have picked it up. I came to the conclusion, she must have had it from before she came to me.
There was no readable labels, but then, the voice speaking, or, rather singing. That left her mouth agape, as she listened to the first song. Little by little, a smile spread on her face. Should I have checked what artists it had been?
Maybe I had just read “Canter Ville's Wonder Colts”? It'd apparently be a group, playing just the kind of music I had figured she was to enjoy. Only before the first song was at an end, she was ecstatic.
That's what you get when down loading contents, without checking what it was? What struck me as I finally had heard the song, it sounded as if it had been a colt version of what I knew as 'Pinkie Pie', from the show. Thankfully she failed to pick up on it.
Ofhorse she never had seen the show. Just as I am ready to put my reputation on, she never saw or heard the real 'Pinkie Pie'. She had after all been way too young when I had been lucky enough to find her. Or if it was she who had been lucky I had been the one to find her, at the time I did find her? What if I had just found her as little as a day later, or if someone else had found her, some place else? I dare not even consider, knowing her.
Even as a pony, in her age, she had very little experience, experiences, yet she already had a burning interest, a passion for the orchard, and the apple trees I have on my land. It had all worked out quite to my satisfaction. She's easy to keep happy.
I still did feel kind of sad, I couldn't put up a barn rising party for her since there are no ponies who could help us out. Just as I couldn't ask anyone else to take part and it is pointless, if they are not all in the same place.
Ofhorse I did have a few horses, but they are not quite what she needs. Even if she did not mind them, I had noticed it. They had no problem with her, just as she did not have any with them.
Actually, there is a slight interest from some of the ponies. Maybe they do recognise enough of themselves in her, even when she is on her hind hooves? Then again, her ears speak volumes to them.
I still could have one of the still empty barns decorated for her party. I had all the boxes in order. I couldn't just leave anything to the chance, for a future failure. Just as you never knew, just when you may need the space. Now this one barn had been decorated for her party, with just the two of us. I had even slipped in the sounds of music I had figured she may like, fitting for just the occasion.
She can't handle a spoon as an Earth Pony, so I opted for an Apple Pie and sliced it up for both of us to enjoy. Apparently, she managed to drink from the special cup I had for her. The fizzy cider did tease her, but she loved it too much to turn it down on the grounds of teasing fizzing on the part of the cider.
From time to time, I placed a new slice of pie on alternating her or my plate, when the plate was emptied. As stated earlier, I am not particularly good at baking, but I had at least managed to make an edible pie that did taste good enough or the occasion, even if I guess most of that is thanks to the quality of the Apples included.
I guess she does eat like a horse, after all. She did take her time, but she managed to eat more than I had initially expected. Thankfully I had prepared more pie than what was expected, just in case. We can still have the pie later. We still left more than enough pie to enjoy the rest of the day.
In the end, we both had our fill and left the reminder where I had placed it, before we started. Then I had capped the latest bottle of cider opened, saving it for later.