She dreamt happily, mind fraught with Dinky's tales and all the adventure that had been accomplished that day. She dreamt of a brown stallion holding Mom close again, his soft stare. She would dream of crying out, dashing and embraces. Then there was that thought she would never think: tomorrow never seems to come, now does it?

An average day for a little-known family living on the outskirts of Ponyville.