1: The dawn of Paczki
Paczki awoke in her earliest conscious day. It
was raining, but luckily she was dry underneath the porch awning of
Sugarcube Corner. Wrapped up in her yellow blanket, she was warm. She
could hear the pink thing chirping around her. It wouldn’t stop
bouncing around. Eventually, the over joyous pink pony calmed down
and slowly picked her up. It stared into her eyes and smiled, poking
its nose in Paczki's face
“Hmmm....... Sweetie Pie? No.... Cutie
Pie?.... Not quite there....”, Pinkie debated these names back
and forth for a few minutes. She gently tapped her head in an attempt
to conjure up more names for the baby.
“Pinkie! What is that on the porch?
Remember, you need to take the paczkis out of the oven”, Mrs.
Cake called from the kitchen.