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Feeling down as usual, Taquita left the bookstore without any new books. It happened from time to time where she just couldn't find anything that she wanted to read. That didn't mean she accepted it though. Was it too much to ask that Phonyland's sole operational book dealer have an extensive collection of works by obscure poets?

Knowing how to solve every problem, she sat down under the tree outside the store, and pulled out her notebook and pen, and began to compose an angry letter:

"To the proprietors of Phonyland Books,

I have noticed a dangerous trend as of late; you have been lax in your duties to keep your shelves freshly stocked with fine works of literature. Instead of using your purchasing dollars for golden classics, you display gaudy end caps of sappy supernatural pre-teen love stories. Even more egregious is your Foals Section that has nothing but patronizing pop up books and demeaning depictions of my age group.

Please rectify this immediately,
Taquita"

There. That would get something solved.

The sound of an excited voice made Taquita look up from her angry letter writing. The colt standing before her could best be described like a watermelon. He was pink and green, and had a smile just as wide as a slice of the fruit. He didn't hide his excitement very well.

Taquita regretted looking up immediately.

"Hello," she said while tapping her pen on the grass, "I don't think I've seen you before." Then again, he could have been in Phonyland for a very long time, and Taquita would have never noticed. She didn't really pay attention to much outside of her own little world.

Taquita was mortified that he was sitting that close to her. But he did kind of remind her of her brothers and their never ending optimism. Yet another Phony who just wouldn't understand her dark sadness.

"Well, hello Waddle," Taquita said, laying heavy emphasis on his name, "I'm Taquita. It's a ....pleasure... to meet you." Bah. She could be nice sometimes, but it almost physically hurt her to do it. "You're on a quest to find friends? Well, I'm on a quest to get this bookshop some decent books. Would you mind proofreading my letter before I go back inside to drop it off?"

She watched him shake his head around, smack himself, and just be way too energy filled overall. He. Just. Never. Stopped. It was annoying, but she had to admit that it was kind of funny...

"Well, they did have lots of interesting books, but I read them all. Now they aren't stocking any new ones that I want to buy!" She closed her eyes and put one of her front legs to her forehead dramatically. "It's a horrible. Terrible. The wost thing to ever happen in Phonyland!" Taquita peeked one eye open to make sure Waddle was still watching her dramatic rant. There was no point in exaggerating one's emotions if there's no one to see it. "Waddle, we have to do something. I just can't endure this suffering!"

None of those something Waddle listed off were really solutions she was looking for. But, he did have a point, maybe it really wouldn't do her much good to write a letter about the problem. The bookstore would probably throw it out anyway; the staff didn't seem to be keen on her trouble-making.

And somewhere deep inside her tiny, frozen heart, Taquita thought the idea playing games, making up stories, and eating cupcakes sounded a lot of fun. She would never admit that out loud though.

She smiled and gave a deep chuckle. The noise shocked her, as she wasn't accustom to having something like that come out of her mouth. "Waddle, I like the way you think, but we should really do them in a different order. Let's make a game of racing to go get cupcakes. First one there eats on the last one's dime! Besides, I don't think it'd be very good for either of us to come up with stories on an empty stomach."

As if on cue, a gurgle-noise came from her belly. "Oh my. All this worrying about this letter made me work up an appetite." The strange laugh came out of Taquita again. She once more took up her dramatic pose, "I feel as if I may die without a cupcake!"

Taquita frowned and then dashed after Waddle, "Hey! You can't have a head start!" It was pretty clear she was going to lose, but it almost didn't matter. At this moment, she was enjoying playing and being a foal instead of worrying about fuddy-duddy adult things. Of course, quiet time and books would always be her two best friends, but every now and then, it didn't hurt to have fun with new friends.

She called ahead to him, laughing, "Well, if I'm buying, then I'm picking the cupcake flavors, and there's nothing you can do about it."