If you come home with me you can have all the sugar cubes you want

Emily caught her breath, standing at the top of the grassy hill. In the small valley below was a wide assortment of ponies, ranging from bay to grey to cremello, and every color in between. One pony in particular had caught her eye, a stocky chestnut with a splash of white on his face and legs. The pony was off a ways from the rest of the herd, quietly grazing, his poofy tail swishing back and forth. Emily slowly walked down the gentle slope, stopping when she neared the pony. 

“Hey there guy,” She said, extending a hand to him. The pony looked at her for a moment, before walking over and nuzzling his soft pink muzzle into her outstretched hand. 

“Well, aren't you friendly?” She giggled, feeling his lip wiggle around her hand. 

“Hang on, hang on, I haven’t even gotten the sugar cubes out yet!” She exclaimed, rustling around her bag for her bribery and bell ribbon. She quickly found the sugar cubes, and scattered a few on the ground. The pony happily snuffled around in the grass for them, as Emily began to braid her bell ribbon into his mane. She usually opted for the tail for a bell ribbon, but the pony’s short curls on his tail would not hold a braid. The pony, having found all the sugar cubes, began nuzzling Emily’s pocket, trying to find more.

“Silly pony!” She giggled, scratching behind his ears. She was out of sugar cubes, but decided to sit on a nearby rock and read her book for a bit. The pony happily grazed nearby, pausing occasionally to walk over and give Emily a sniff.