Soft cursing and frustrated muffles traveled down the tunnel as Cor squeezed through to enter the small pit. There were children's toys strewn about the area messily. The small foal the room belonged to was fast asleep along the farthest wall on top of a pile of black feathers and tucked in tightly with a cocoon-like material. She probably could not leave the comfort of where she slept even if she had wanted to.

Cor pulled himself the rest of the way in, his large size taking up the majority of the space, forcing him to hunker down as he moved to stand as best he could.

He moved over to a wooden chest that was painted bright reds and purples with gold leafed trim and a strange symbol on the front. He opened the chest and then turned his attention to the toys, one by one picking them up in his arms. He glanced down at the toys while remembering how each and every last one was acquired or made. He approached the chest and peered down at the bottom where wooden blocks and large wooden puzzles resided. She was far too advanced for those toys anymore. She was getting older and older every day and it made his heart sink with dread.

Pretty soon she is not going to want to play with any toys at all.

He dropped the toys in the chest and then closed the lid, sighing sadly at its contents. Why couldn't she just stay a pony forever? Their pony.