5 Picnic with a pony

It had been a few weeks after I arrived in this strange land but the locals were very welcoming. Granted they were all talking ponies but they helped me get a house and home of my own until I could figure out how to get back to my own world. I felt like Lemuel Gulliver. I sat lost in thought one day when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and there was one of the quieter, shyer ponies standing alone on my doorstep. I greeted her warmly. I was glad. Maybe she was opening up to me at last. All of her friends were extremely friendly but she wasn't as bold.

"W...would you like to go on a picnic with me?" she asked quietly. I told her I'd be delighted to. I could hear a "yay!" when I went to fetch my shoes. Or was that a "neigh?"

We walked some time until we got to a quiet meadow and laid out the chequered blanket and all the goodies. There were sandwiches, cakes, fruit juice... all kinds of nice things to eat and enjoy. We conversed, laughed, and enjoyed ourselves. Whenever there was a quiet moment I would wonder how she was able to cut the sandwiches into triangles.

The day stretched into the evening and the sky was turning orange. We both sat on the blanket and watched the sunset. I thanked her for showing me a lovely time and petted her mane, which made her let out a quiet squeal of joy.