        There, pinned to the back of the bench, was a old black and white photo, aged with time. A mother and her foal, the latter in a crib that matched this one to a tee, although missing the detailed artwork like in the photo. Rarity was just about to ask Fluttershy to take a look when the door they’d just come through opened and a slightly annoyed Mister Baker walked through, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a knife-like tool in the other.