An old fashion Pony Tail

By Michelle Speck

The tall tan stallion looked out across the valley, the warm winds causing his light teal mane to wrap around his horn. He
looks across to his wife, a tall pale blue pegasus with a darker blue mane and tail. She was talking to the Donkey they
had hired to help carry their things, they had a modest cart of course but as she was close to foaling she could no longer
share the burden of pulling it. The donkey, a dark grey Jenny, happened to be travelling in the same direction and could
use the extra Bits to help set up her new home. The Mare and Jenny had become good friends and this caused him to
smile.

The journey had been fairly easy going but he was starting to worry. Once they had decided to move to a new town, one
that was nicely located between their home towns, they spoke with their Midwife and was able to plan a journey that
should see them settled before the foal was due. But that was before Star Swirl.

The powerful young unicorn had been on a speaking tour sharing his new ideas about magic and it’s use and had, over
that time, gathered quite a following meaning that any town he was due to speak at would quickly fill with curious
ponies. The next town on his tour being, of course, the one that our trio was heading towards. A cloud bed was a nice
place for resting her hooves but a bed of hay would be better for foaling.

They reached their destination two days later and as he feared the small town was almost filled with excited ponies of
all types and colours. They found their way to a main street with cosy looking stables on either side. Taking off the
harness he had been wearing that morning he nuzzled his blooming bride and asked if she minded waiting while he and
the Jenny made enquires. They each took a side of the road and set about their task, but at every door they were met
with the same response,
“No room at the stable.”

The trio continued into town, hoping that they would have better luck further in, but as it was such a small town he
wasn’t confident.

The morning turned to afternoon and they were almost to the other side of town when a small white building caught
their attention. It didn’t look like a stable but it seemed inviting. There was a simple sign above the door, it had a single
word upon it but one that they did not know, INN.

A pair of friendly earth ponies waved them over,

“You look weary Sir, and your fine-looking mare looks as if she is almost ready to foal.”
“Our rooms may not be as fancy as the ones in the stables hereabouts, but they are warm and the hay is fresh.” After
agreeing a price, they were lead to their rooms, the couple in one room, the Jenny in a room opposite.

Later that same afternoon 3 academic unicorns arrived, one of whom was a nurse, who was more than happy to lead a
helping hoof when the pegasus started her labour that night.

The foaling had gone as well as can be expected for a first-time mother. After her water had broken the rest of the
foaling proceeded smoothly.

The sun was rising as the mare-foal was brought to her mothers muzzle, an adorable bundle of white with a stunning
mane and tail of soft blues and pink that seemed to shimmer in the dawns early light. As she settled into her mothers
forelegs her father looked on, proud.
“What will you call her?” asked the nurse pony.
The mare and the stallion looked at each other and as the first rays of the sun bounced off their daughters horn they
answered as one,
“Celestia.”