I waddled up to the bed in my room that saw next to no use. Lying on the bed was my pet filly, the one I stole from Tartarus. In my mouth was a baseball, and on my back was a pair of baseball gloves. What my little filly was doing, was coloring in a coloring book I may, or may not have stolen from some random store in Canterlot. I also might’ve used a percent of Shining Armor’s payroll to buy the best crayon, marker, and paint sets that I could. Cozy Glow was happily humming away, coloring in her coloring book, resting her head in one hoof while coloring with the other. 