>You are Marron
>And right now you're jumping on the clouds in the sky, enjoying yourself as you hop from cloud to cloud admiring your great big, very adult wings
>Cus you're a big boy
>And they're for you
>And only you
>As you glide about you find yourself closing your eyes and mouth waters
>Cooooooookieeeees
>You instinctively flutter after the scent
>But it's getting weaker now!
>Your eyes pop open and flap your wings faster after them
>Don't let them get awaaaaaaaay
>Flapping as fast as you can you race for the doughy goodness
>After awhile you give up the chase
>It was taking to long and you feel tired
>You dive down and plop on a cloud
>Your body flops from one cloud to another as you slow down
>Your eyes begin to close as your sleepiness takes you
>Your nap begins just as you were about to land on a small cloud in front of you
 
>You lift your head
>You're hungry
>But you're still sleepy
>You dig your head back down under a pile of pillows
>You love your little pillow fort at the corner of the living room
>One day dad forgot to return this stack of pillows back to the backroom while he was cleaning
>You used it for a nap one time and he never moved them after that
>He said you looked to adorable under all those pillows and rolls of blankets
>Of course you objected
>But you feel asleep again
>Since then you've arranged the fluffiest and fattest pillows underneath you and the lightest of them on top with the blankets wrapping it all up together
>You spend more time under your pillow fort than you do in your room
>Should you even call it a room?
>It's more like a giant closet
>Yawning, you rest your head on your hooves
>Sweet dre-
>Your stomach hurts
>...
>You need food
>It's well past breakfast and whatever food Dad made have been given away to the neighbors by now
 
>"Daaaaaad?"
>You hear nothing as you trot over to the hallway where he usually was when he wasn't with you
>Well, nothing except the usual stuff dad has that makes lots of noise
>Makes you wonder why he needs a few of those weird looking doohickies
>Like that ones that goes up and down with a weird rubbery stick thing
>You saw him and a mare using it
>He was planting her on it while he tied her up
>She made lots of weird noises too
>Dad was circling her and calling her a bad girl while spanking her and biting
>Whatever dad was doing it looks painful
>Cus the mare was leaking stuff from the place Dad put the rubber piston thing into
>Don't boys leak red stuff?
>Girls are weird
 
>You leave the area around the weird room and trot over near the kitchen
>"Daaaaaaad?" you call out again
>Still nothing
>Your tummy is still grumbling and you scrunch your nose
>Fooooooooooood, you want some fooooooooooooood, then you're gonna read one of Dad's big black books, then a nap
>You love naps
>Pushing the stools around yo nose through the various places around the kitchen
>Nothing.... well, except a small chunk of some rice cake
>Can't find anything
>Hmmmm you could try making something...
>Pancakes maybe? or cupcakes... or carrotcake...
>Maybe spongecake! or honeycakes!
>You only wish you know how to make them...
>You've seen dad make them a lot of times
>You're sure you can make it
>You're smart like that
 
>You dig up your apron and chef hat and get to making honeycakes
>Why honeycakes?
>Dad forgot to buy butter yesterday
>And everyone knows pancakes without butter is the worst
>You place a bowl and an oven tray to your side and lather it up with vegetable oil
>Okay, since that's done now you need to-
>...
>You forgot the rest of the ingredients!
>You scurry over to the pantry closet and swing it open
>You'll need... honey, sugar, flour, salt, eggs... not everything is here and...
>Oooooh! there's the flour!
>You race over to the end of the room and hop over the sack of rice to get to the sugar
>Poopy. It's higher than you thought
>Bracing yourself against the shelves, you stretch your neck out to bite down on the bag of sugar
>If only you had wings...
 
>Dream you always has wings
>Unless it's a weird dream
>You get legless and you need to trot with your ears and butt
>Everyone else was weird
>Even the town was weird too
>Everything was color green and the buildings were made from paper and cardboard
>Dandelions with Dandelion's face were growing everywhere
>All the flowers were Flower Tart
>The sun was Orange Pop
>Two weird looking ponies were whizzing around in the air
>One was grey and had a two-tone blue mane wearing a police siren on her head going "eeeeeeeeeeeeee"
>The other was a shiny, metallic mare with sharp teeth and stiff wings
>Everyone else was weird too
>Ms. Butterscotch clouds were ripping spray some aerosol spray and mushrooms pop out of them
>And...
>Hey... wait! You're busy! You need to go bake!
 
>You push the stool over to the fridge, carrying a small basket with you
>You're gonna need it to reach the top parts
>You scan the insides of the machine for the ingredients
>You're definitely gonna need eggs
>Milk you guess
>You remember Dad using oranges for something
>What else would you need? hmmmmm...
>Bay leaves look like a nice addition
>So does that some of that aloe vera juice
>And oregano
>A bit of cream cheese
>What else...
>You like spicy stuff
>Why not some peppercorns?
>And some of that spicy oil full of hot peppers and chili!
>After a little while getting some more ingredients with some struggling with and getting them in your basket, you hop down with some difficulty but you manage
 
>You set the stuff in front of you
>You don't remember Dad using that much stuff
>His honeycakes are just right
>So more means better right?
>So yours will be the best ones ever!
>Two cups of flour, some water, a few eggs, a bit salt, the things that have baking on them...
>Of course the honey, a biiiiiiiig scoop of that stuff
>You press the bowl to your small body and hold it down with your back legs
>You get to mixing the base ingredients and start thinking how much of the rest of the stuff should you drop in the bowl
>A hooffull of the bigger stuff and a pinch of the smaller ones should be enough
>In goes the everything you've collected
>You don't know what to do with the orange so you squashed it and dumped the juice and the rest of the orange into it
>After awhile of mixing, it doesn't look like Dad's usual, but that's because your mix is special and new
>You can't wait to eat it!
>It got really hard to mix cus of the orange and maybe cus you didn't put enough liquids in it
>So you mixed in some of the bottled stinky stuff Dad likes drinking
>It smells like some weird, rubbing alcohol
 
>You tried some but it tasted bad
>And it made you feel warm
>You don't like it much
>And it made you feel funny
>You didn't walk as straight or stay as still after that
>You're not ever touching that stuff again
>At least your batter looks pretty good now
>But it looks lumpy
>Whatever, you add some vegetable oil to the batter and make the last mixxing
>Just as you were rummaging through the cabinets for the muffin cups, you hear something coming from the door
>You pause and listen in
>"Mari! Mari! Dandelion was asked by Orange Pop to tell you that Flower Tart said that-"
>"Just tell me!" you squeak through the door and her banging against the door
>"Wanna go out and get some free ice cream cake and muffins?"
>"Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaa" you tell yourself
>It's the 25th birthday of the local dessert shop
>And they have a one-day only free-for-all thing to celebrate
>That must be where dad is
>You look back behind you and stare at the mess you made
>You don't feel like cleaning up
>Free food is worth the scolding later
>"Be out in a bit!" you shout to Dandelion
>Food was all on your mind
>Foooooooooooooooooooooooooood
>"Hey! Don't call me that!"