It's a day much like any other day. Since the summer sun celebration is coming up tomorrow, I wasn't allowed to help with the preparation, not after what happened last year. After I woke up and finished preparing a delicious breakfast for Dinky and I, I went upstairs and knocked on Dinky's door. "Five more minutes, I promise I'll be up in five minutes." Great deals, but I wouldn't have taken any of it. I open the door and pull Dinky's blanket off the bed. Strangely Dinky was not in his bed. I look both under and around the bed, wondering where Dinky might have disappeared to, until I hear snoring coming from the blankets on the floor. I pull the blanket with my muzzle and the blanket pulls back. “DINKY DOO! Get up now!” I stamp my hooves on the ground, making a loud noise. I see the poor filly slowly peek out of the blanket trying to gauge how angry I was, and then slowly crawl out of the blanket. “I'm awake mom, please don't be angry.” The young filly walks slowly towards me, her head down. I lift her head and signal her to go down the stairs. "Breakfast is down stairs, muffins. Hurry; you don't want to be late for school, do you?" Dinky looks at his bed one last time longingly, and then slowly walks down the stairs. After dropping Dinky off at school, I did my best to get to the post office without running into any ponies. However, no matter how hard I tried, I could only avoid running into both trees and ponies for so long. That said, I only came across two trees and three ponies this morning, which made me feel very proud of myself. I've been driving down the same post road every day for the last five years; I got good at it. Over the years, I have four... half a newspaper......ny ville has made their opinion of my gifts very clear as a plague. For this reason I usually don't attend parties. While the other ponies are having fun, I sit quietly in my corner and watch. The party lasted a long time, and I had to go get muffins several times, I managed not to crash into any ponies or drop anything, but I still got beefs from many ponies, which were not "approved" of my gifts . Night finally came and the ponies began to leave. Dinky didn't want to go; Eventually I have to drag her out by the tail. When we finally got home, the young filly was so tired; he fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down. Looking at the young filly, I can't help but smile. He resembles him in many ways. I slowly walk out of Dinky's room and close the door as quietly as I can. “Sweet dreams, muffins. And may tomorrow be another great day.”