A beautiful, new friendship...
"Daria, my first child, Merry Christmas," says her father, as he hands her an envelope. "I wanted to give this to you early, so we can go pick up the actual present before the holiday tomorrow." Daria smiles and lets out a subtle grin, "Father, I told you again and again that you didn't need to get me anything. I know it's been hard to keep up since mom's passing. "Nonsense," he says. "You've worked your tail off helping this family stay afloat this year, and you deserve something special. Besides, it didn't cost me a single coin." Daria opens the envelope, and pulls out a piece of paper. She begins to read it... "A pony?! Father, is this real... How... How did you manage this?!" He explains, "I went to get the family some new winter clothes the other week, and I found this certificate inside one of the boxes. Apparently, it's some kind of event the town is doing for the holiday. I've never heard of this stable before, but what can it hurt? Let's head over before they close for the day - I guess it's a little outside of town." "Yes, absolutely!" she replies.
As Daria and her father approach the stable, a young Imp is seen bickering with the stablemaster - "Excuse me? I was told these disgusting creatures were free, and I traveled over three hours for one!" The stablemaster replies in frustration, "Sir, you do not have a certificate. As I said, you must have been allotted one from the tailor, or you must have assisted the town in recording its history." "I am a cosmic mage of the Brambles! How dare you speak to me in that manner?! I do not have the time nor the patience for either of those things! How do you even expect anyone to know this?!" The stablemaster continues, "there were signs all through town about being rewarded for assisting in the writings. The tailor even mentioned it every Wednesday at the town hall meeting for months." "I will certainly never be doing business with the likes of you ever again!" the Imp shouts out as he storms off in a rage.
The stablemaster lets out a deep sigh, smiles, and asks, "How many I help you two?" "Yes, my father and I have this," as Daria hands over the certificate. "Of course. Meet me around back, and I'll be right with you." A few minutes pass, and the stablemaster returns. "This old girl's name is Olga, and she's always playing pranks on the other horses and my workers. I bet you two will be a great match." Daria quickly looks over to her father, lights up with excitement, and asks, "Can I... jump on?" "Of course you can, she's all yours."
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