The entrance of Pint’s house had doors placed centrally on each wall. Pictures of Pint and his family were hung wherever there wasn’t a shelf, horseshoe stand, or some other storage, or display, furnishing.
“…,” thought Fall as she admired all the pictures of Pint and his family on the wall.
“Checking out Pint’s ‘Wall of Love’?” asked Bucky with a chuckle.
“Wall of what?” asked Fall.
“The ‘Wall of Love’,” replied Bucky while he gestured towards a picture of Pint as a newborn colt. “Pint hasn’t exactly changed much since being a baby, has he?”
Fall looked at the picture of Pint as a newborn and took notice of how there was a pattern going from left-to-right and top-to-bottom of him with his family as he grew from being a baby colt to the colt he was today.
“…,” blinked Fall.
“I think I know why I like you so much, Fall,” stated Bucky.
“Huh?” wondered Fall while continuing to notice how many pictures of Pint and his family were in just this one room.
“I used to think Pint was actually a foal,” he said while looking towards a picture of when he was with Pint’s family for a get together. “I didn’t understand how a foal could talk as well as he did. Nor did I know why he could wrestle, play Backyard Brawlers, or do all the things I could do when we first met.”
“Really?” asked Fall as she focused on the picture Bucky was moving towards.
“Would you believe I used to think all foals were like Pint?” he asked with a laugh. “My mom and uncle had quite the time explaining to me that Pint was just small for his age and that he wasn’t a foal despite looking like one.”
Fall gasped as her eyes widened.
“Like…,” she said with awe. “Me?”
Bucky looked at Fall and patted her on the head.
“I suppose so,” he remarked. “How weird is it that my two closests friends are older and smaller than I am?”
Fall didn’t know how to answer.
“Well,” said Bucky as he trotted towards the open door straight across from the home’s entrance. “I want to go play and I’m sure you do, too.”
Fall nodded in agreement.
“The presents go on the table in here,” he stated. “Follow me.”
***
Fall was surprised to see the kitchen that featured a sliding-glass door straight across from the room’s entrance. There appeared to be a small deck on the other side in which lead towards a fenced-in backyard where more children could be seen playing.
“This way,” said Bucky as he turned to the opening on the right.
Fall followed Bucky into what appeared to be a dining room. Both it and the kitchen were surprisingly clean and well kept. There were no yucky smells, stains, or signs of bugs anywhere. This was definitely a huge difference from what she was used to at the orphanage.
“Right here,” stated Bucky as he moved someone else’s present aside so his would stick out more on the table.
Fall trotted slowly towards the table. Her eyes admiring all the streamers, balloons, and a tablecloth that appeared to be covered in Backyard Brawlers.
“These…?” she asked. “All for Pint?”
“Yeah,” answered Bucky. “But mine’s the best.”
Fall sighed as she looked at the picture she drew for her Unicorn friend.
“Yours is great, too,” assured Bucky while moving more packages, boxes, and bags around on the table. “You should put it here.”
Fall saw a big opening amidst the collection of presents and gently placed her picture into the space.
“I wish…,” she said softly.
“What’s that?” asked Bucky as he began to trot back towards the house’s front door.
“…,” Fall sighed. “Nothing…,”
“Pint is no doubt out front greeting everyone who’s coming over for his party,” stated Bucky. “I know my parents make me do that when I have a party.”
Fall closed her eyes and thought to herself on how nice it would be if she could have a ‘party’. Ponies giving you gifts instead of taking things away from you would be so nice. It would also be nice to know ponies were there for her to make her feel special instead of unwanted.
Bucky stopped short of the kitchen’s entrance.
“Are you okay, Fall?” he asked. “Do you need to go to the potty?”
Fall looked up and said, “No… I’m fine.”
“Then let’s go play!” proclaimed Bucky as he darted for the front door and held it open for Fall. “Fillies first!”