The baby ponies walked for hours without stopping. Their farm friends had pointed them in the right direction and now there was nothing stopping them from reaching their destination. Neither of them had said a word since leaving the farm. They were far too busy imagining what it was going to be like to meet their fathers. A low growl suddenly interrupted the peaceful silence. Baby North Star looked over at Baby Quackers and stopped walking.
"What was that?" she whimpered.
"Sorry," said Baby Quackers. "That was my stomach. I'm starving."
Baby North Star hadn't realised how hungry she was until just then. It had to have been over six hours since they'd had something to eat.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"Don't worry," said Baby Quackers. "We just need to find some food. There has to be something around here to eat."
The ponies continued walking, searching the trees and bushes for some type of fruit or berry to eat. They weren't sure if it was just because they were so hungry, but they could both smell something cooking. Baby Quackers put her nose in the air and tried to follow the smell.
"Do you smell that too?" asked Baby North Star.
"Yeah," replied Baby Quackers. "It smells like... toast."
Baby North Star leapt into the air and flew as high as she could to see if she could spot where the smell was coming from. About a mile ahead of them she could see smoke rising from a spot in the forest.
"This way!" she called down to Baby Quackers." She quickly began flying toward the smoke. Baby Quackers ran along behind Baby North Star, trying to keep an eye on her guide as well as everything around her. The last thing she wanted to do right now was run face first into a tree.
When they got closer to the smoke, Baby North Star landed beside Baby Quackers. The smell was very strong now and was driving the hungry babies crazy. They hid behind a large bush and tried to make out what was cooking.
The area seemed to be deserted. There was a small fire pit with a plate full of barbecued toast and scrambled eggs beside it. Baby Quackers crept out from behind the bush and slowly made her way over to the plate of food. Baby North Star quickly grabbed her friend's tail in her mouth and pulled her back behind the bush.
"Hey!" Baby Quackers growled. "What'd you do that for!"
"Shh!" Baby North Star hissed.
A large three-headed dog walked over to the fire and sat down. They obviously hadn't noticed either of the baby ponies. A second creature, a baby dragon only slightly smaller than the dog, also sat by the fire.
"What do we do?" whispered Baby North Star. She looked over at Baby Quackers, who was drooling over the toast and eggs.
The two creatures began dishing out their meals. The dog's three heads and the baby dragon began talking to each other and laughing.
"They don't look very mean," said Baby Quackers. Before Baby North Star could say anything, Baby Quackers walked out from behind the trees. The dog and the dragon stopped eating and looked over at Baby Quackers.