It's a day like any other. With the Summer Sun celebrations coming up tomorrow, I haven't been allowed to help with the preparation, not after what happened last year. After waking up and finishing making a delicious breakfast for Dinky and myself, I walked up the stairs and knocked on Dinky's door. “Five more minutes, I promise I’ll be up in five minutes.” Tiny bargains, but I didn't accept any of that. I push the door open and pull Dinky's blanket off the bed. Oddly, Dinky wasn't in his bed. I look under and around the bed, wondering where Dinky has gone, until I hear snoring coming from the blankets on the floor. I pull on the blanket with my snout, and the blanket pulls back. “DINKY DOO!” Get up now! I bang my hooves on the ground making a loud noise. I see the poor little filly slowly pop her head out of the blanket trying to gauge how angry I was, then slowly crawl out of her blanket. “I’m up mom, please don’t be mad.” The young filly walks slowly towards me, head bowed. I look up and point at him to go down the stairs. “Breakfast is downstairs, muffin.” Hurry up; You don't want to be late for school, do you? Dinky looks longingly at his bed one last time, then slowly walks down the stairs. After dropping Dinky off at school, I did my best to get to the postal station without meeting any ponies. However, despite my best efforts, I was only able to avoid running into trees and ponies for so long. That being said, I only came across two trees and three ponies this morning, which made me very proud of myself. I've been traveling the same postal route every day for five years; I got good at it. Over the years I've had... middle of paper ... every town has made its opinion very clear about my gifts being the plague. For this reason, I generally 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 bump any ponies or spill anything, but I still received steers from many ponies, who were not not “approved” of my gifts. Finally, night comes and the ponies begin to leave. Dinky didn't want to go; I end up having to drag her by the tail. When we finally got home, the young filly was so tired; she almost fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. Looking at the young filly, I can't help but smile. She resembles him in many ways. I slowly walk out of Dinky's room and close the door as quietly as I can. “Sweet dreams, muffin.” And may tomorrow be another great day.”