Derpy: Dinky! Oh Dinky! I'm home! Dinky: Momma? MOMMA you're home!!!! Derpy: Yep (sneezes). Work as a mailmare is tough work, Dinky, especially in this outdoor condition. I'm glad to be back home again! (sneezes again) Dinky: Ohhh, you better come inside! Derpy: (sniffs the air) What is that? Dinky: Daddy's making hay soup! Derpy: That Whooves...let's go eat!
Ditzy is sore, tired, cold, and probably a little hungry...but all is set aside when her little filly comes running out to greet her. The warmth of the home can ease the cold of the world, and sharing love is what creates that warmth. I simply love this piece; you have a gift.
Little Dinky Doo looked out, On the feast of Steven. When the snow lay round about, Deep and Crisp and even. Brightly shone Luna's Stars that night, Though the frost was cruel. When a grey mare came in sight, And her joy did fuel.