The mother was having a strange dream. She was in a long twisting hallway filled with doors, lots of doors, in fact, every kind of door that could could plausibly exist was reprisented in the warped labyrinth of the mare's reverie. behind the doors was another story, they either contained her daughter as a newborn foal or more surprisingly, the librarian. every time a door yielded a room containing the purple unicorn, a sign with 'DAT FLANK' written on it in lights of every colour never known before to ponykind.
The mother woke up to find that her young charges had already left.
"I utterly must tell her tonight..." The mother mumbled to herself as she headed towards the gym.
NOTE: If you read this then I question your taste in fanfics...
