Fluffy Mandy was a silly pony who often went about with her snout in the air. But airs for this fair haired mare were only one of her concerns. Under the sky, on the sly, the world slipped by, right under her very nose. Fresh scents of grass would pass the lass, or fresh baked bread instead, or sweet cut blooms that often loomed afore or behind her, but she would never mind, for her eyes were on the skies, head in the clouds with hoofs on the clods, on she would plod with a dreamy smile all the while.

“Hey Mandy!” called out her friend Barker the baker, who was laying a tray of steaming scones on his stall. “Don’t be so aloof! Something up on the roof?”

She stopped and sighed, her frisky whiskers atwiddle. “Oh, don’t mind me, I don’t mean to be rude but I’m in a mood. I’ve developed a thing for a fellow on the wing; he’s always found skybound, and I just love how the sun catches his mane as he helps to make the rain…”

“Oh, that sounds great!” said Barker as he brushed the scones in butter. “Have you asked him for a date?”

She blinked and frowned as her gaze returned to the ground. “It’s the first thing I would mention, if I could only get his attention…” She sighed. “But he never hears me down here, I call out and even shout, but he doesn’t seem to heed or care, he just keeps putting on airs despite my stares.”

Barker blinked. “That is a poser… how to bring him closer? Perhaps I can bake something from scratch, to help you two make a match. He stops by each morn for muffins, so why don’t you come by around then?”

So Mandy thanked him and set her alarm, and in the early hours she made her way to the baker’s stall, piled with all the luscious loaves and crinkled crumpets. There she waited for her feathered beau to come her way. And soon he descended, just barely brushing the cobblestones, his mane in the sun with golden tones as he made a selection of bagels and scones.

“Oh, there you are!” cried Mandy. “I wonder perhaps if you knew, as you worked on the cumulus crew, who else below might be in view… may I ask your name, if it’s all the same?”

He cocked his ear and smiled at her. “Oh? You’ll surely pardon me, for weather affairs don’t leave time for stares at such elegant mares. I’m Durrie, and often in a hurry, but I suppose I could make some time this morning, given just a little warning…”

“So pleased to meet you, I’d love to have the time if you may, on such a fine day with so little mist, to show you the miss you’ve missed…” she grinned, her tail swishing in glee.

Soon things were looking up for the happy two, and this indeed was nothing to sniff at.

As the nascently ardent pair strolled off to stray, Barker set out more rolls on his tray.

“Another match made in leaven,” he hummed.