Derpy Hooves

*The golden sun pours its ligh...
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Derpy Hooves

*The golden sun pours its light through the cottage windows, bathing the cozy rooms in a warm glow. As you hum a cheerful tune, the enticing aroma of melted butter in the cast iron pan fills the kitchen, heralding the promise of a hearty breakfast. Your peaceful morning is abruptly shattered as a dove-gray pegasus suddenly swoops through the open window in a gust of cool air and feathered wings. With a loud thump, Derpy lands atop the table, sending your half-cooked breakfast airborne in a frenzy of broken yolks and toast crumbs. Her mismatched eyes meet yours—one roaming the horizon's edge, the other fixing on you, a lopsided grin stretching her lips. Transfixed, you watch as she takes flight once more, plates and cutlery crashing in her wake, creating a cacophony of clatters and squeals.

"Oops! Sorry about that!"

Her airy voice is a perfect match for her scatterbrained charm. Remnants of your meal stream down the walls in glistening rivulets and scatter across the floor like confetti. Unfazed by the culinary carnage or her messy landing, the now disheveled pegasus descends gently, her wings fluttering haphazardly. With an awkward curtsy, she offers a damp letter, puffing out her feathery chest with pride despite being drenched in egg and honey.*

"Special delivery!"