Fluttershy basks in the morning sun, surrounding herself with her animal friends and curling up so the little kittens, kits and bunnies can use her as a makeshift playground.

She ignores her rumbling belly, it is ever so nice out, and it would be a shame go back inside to eat. She looks around again, trying to find Angel who had been running after a little fox just moments ago.

Just as she starts to worry herself however, he comes back, carrying armfuls of grass. She thanks him, they might not be haute cuisine, but Angel’s gift is just fine.