"Ok, thank you." I say over the phone. I hang it up, looking down to the bundle on the sofa, wrapped in blankets and sleeping away. I sigh and walk over to it.
The foal stirs, I look down to her, smiling at the way she had her small purple hoof in her mouth, and how the golden little tuft of hair she had covered all but the tiny point at the top of her horn. I pull the blanket she wiggled off of herself back on, and she goes back to her peaceful state.
'I'll have to leave for work soon.' I thought to myself, as much as I knew the dangers of leaving her here alone, and wanted to stay and watch over her, I knew I couldn't provide for the both of us. I run a hoof through her mane, noting at how much healthier she looked.
'They'll be coming for her soon, I'd better clean up a bit when I can.' I think, looking around my home. It wasn't the messiest, but it wasn't the neatest ever. When Child Services comes within the next two weeks, I'll need to straighten my home out. I sigh again.
'Am I ready for this?' I look down to see her with her hoof in her mouth again. 'Can I really raise her own my own?' I look to the clock on the wall and jump, surprised at how quickly time had passed.
I strap on my uniform and grab my mail carrier. Trying to be as quiet as possible. Before I leave, I set her in the bed, atop the pillow, where she smiles warmly and yawns.
'Ok, the next package needs to be delivered in my neighborhood, I can check on her on the way there.' I say, looking at my cargo. I fly quickly, racing past the other houses until I see my own. I stop, going inside to check on her.
I hear a faint crying and go to her, closing the door behind me. I scoop her up, I can tell by the way she was shaking that she was scared.
"It's ok, I'm here." I say, setting her on my shoulder. She eventually stops, and calms down. I take my chance to feed her something and attend to her other needs. I found through experimenting that eating something warm and sweet always sets her to sleep for a god solid few hours. After, getting her some more previously made milk, in record time, she's asleep once more on the pillow.
I step out of my house once more, glad to not see anyone else around. I immediately rush to gettin back to work, emptying my bag in only two hours. When I return to the office, the boss is surprised to see me back so soon.
"Are you done already Derpy?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Yes sir, I finished my route." I say, holding up the bag for proof.
"I'm impressed. Well, since your done, I guess that I'll see you tomorrow." He said, still astonished.
"Thank You sir." I say, but just as I turn around;
"What was the rush Derpy? I know you usually finish early, but never like this, it's hardly noon. Something going on?" He asked.
"No sir." I say nervously. "Just in a rush today." I say, I could feel his unsure glare burning into me as I turn around to leave.
I fly home, deciding I've already caused enough suspicion, I slow down a bit from my rushed speed. But eventually, I just pick up my pace gradually. It isn't until I run into somepony that I stop.
"Humph!" We both shout out. I fall to the ground, noticing several items on the ground from a saddlebag with an hour glass on it.
"I'm so sorry!" I say, taking the items on the ground and throwing them into the bag.
"It's quite alright." The stallion says.
I look up, beginning to recognize the familiar voice.
"Doctor! I'm sorry I bumped into you."
"Don't fret Derpy. It was only an accident." He said, waving his hoof. "Boy has it been a while since I've seen you. It's been a while since we talked hasn't it? Not since the big cutecenera. How's the job?"
"It's fine, " I say, giving him his saddlebag back urgently. " as much as I'd love to catch up, I have to go."
"Oh, I'm sure whatever it is can wait right now I'd love to treat my friend to lunch, it'd be the perfect opportunity to catch up, I've a new invention I've been working on that I want to show you, I just know you'd love it, it has-" He ranted on and on until I had to cut him off, worried about the foal I had at home, she could wake up any minute now.
"I already ate, look thanks for the offer, but I really should get going." I said, a bead of sweat on my forehead, my ears perk up when I hear a faint yelling sound. Before he could continue, I'm already running home in a state of panic.
"Bye then!" He calls out after me.
I breath in deeply as soon as the door is shut, I let my head lean back to hit the door as I slide to the floor. I sigh deeply as I pick myself up and head to my room.
'That was close.' I think to myself as I pick her up. She immediately looks up to me and smiles a toothless grin at me. I can't help but smile back when she giggles up at me.
'I'm worrying too much.' I say as I bring her to the living room, where I take out some toys I got her from the toy store. She squeals in glee when she sees her pink plush.
As I bring her over to it, a golden spark ignites from her horn. I see a faint aura of the same color wrap around her toy, and it floats faintly in the air before it drops. I bend down and set her down, bringing her toy closer to her.
As she sets it in her mouth, my telephone rings from a stand with a picture of me and my family. She looks up, a small frown on her face as I go over to it.
"Yes?" I say over the line.
"Yes, miss Muffins," the pony on the other line said.
"Derpy or Ditzy Doo is fine." I say to her.
"Ok, miss Doo, we've looked through many Ponyville files and any other Equestrian city in the area and have only found medical her records, but we have no other records of the foal you described. Even with the picture of her you sent we found no trace other her parents. Next to a constant name through the medical files. But through research we found that that pony is deceased. We have to assume that she's an orphan."
I stop. "You mean, there's no one else to take care of her?" I say.
"I'm afraid not. Unless your home passes inspection, I'm afraid this foal will end up in an orphanage." She says.
"Ok, anything else?"
"Yes, I need you to answer the following questions truthfully. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"How many ponies are there in your household?"
"Just me, and the foal."
"Ok, what does she usually eat?"
"Mashed carrots, or warm milk, once in a while I use other vegetables or fruits."
"Have you taken her to a doctor for shots or anything else?"
"Not yet, I plan on taking her there on Tuesday."
"Have you noted any allergies she my have? Or perhaps a sickness?
"No ma'am I haven't. Is there anything in those papers about allergies I should know about?"
"There are none. We only found that she's three weeks old to this day. Are any of your friends or family involved?"
"No."
"Where does she sleep, and is she restless?"
"She sleeps in bed with me. And sometime she just wakes up crying out of nowhere."
More and more questions, and I only gave more and more answers, was she able to walk or talk, did she have any injuries, how often does she sleep, does she seem happy there the hardest for me to answer was what I would name her, seeing that no one could find her name in any of the files, for they were all scratched out or erased. The list stretched on and on until at least an hour had passed. In that time I had to resort to my wireless phone, and take care of her. The whole time she looked up at me, not even a trace of a smile on her face.
Finally it ended, and I set the phone back in place. I sighed as I lay outstretched on the blanket next to her, mimicking my state across from me. I looked to her and smiled, but I didn't get one back.
"What should I call you?" I say to her as she turns over on her back, her eyes still focused on me.
I thought back to the conversation and said the first name that came to mind. "Ditzy?" She stretched out her hoof and touched my nose with it.
"Your right, that's already a name other ponies call me." I continued thinking, the doll coming to mind.
"Aura?" I said aloud. It seemed as though she just stared harder.
"Then what do I call you? The possibilities are literally endless." I say aloud. She rolls back on her stomach and tries to stand up, standing as though she was soaking wet. Her kegs wobbled as she got moved her first leg as she'd seen me walking around the house. She loses her balance and falls onto my nose.
I smile and look at her small frame. "Tiny?" She continues to lay on the bridge of my nose, sticking to it like glue. She hugged it.
"How about Dinky then?" I say. She squealed happily and set her head onto mine.
"Dinky it is." I say.
It suited her, seeing that dinky means small, the only downside to it was how much it reminded me of her beat up state when I found her. The word dinky also mean insignificant, and in that box, how she wasn't noticed by anypony for goodness knows how long, how she was ignored and so tiny just a few days before now.
"Dinky." I say to myself, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep as she fell asleep onto my nose. Not as just some foal anymore, but as Dinky, my Dinky.