They grind more than flour at the mill (Patreon)

The knock on the front door of our cottage repeated itself in my Equestria dreamscape. For an instant I considered ignoring it but decided it would better if I got it before any of the mares woke Full House from it. Reluctantly I opened the door.

      I found Cogs standing there on threshold stone of our cottage. The golden-orange mare is a neighbor of ours from just down the road. She and her father run one of the local grain mills and the sight of their windmill slowly turning is familiar landmark for fliers and travelers in the area. From the packed panniers on her back it appeared that she was returned from the marketplace in Ponyville. Around her neck was her signature purple bandana. She had dropped by to see if Carousel was done with a couple tools she’d borrowed from Cogs.

      I almost succeeded in getting rid of her when Rainbow Dash suddenly decided to make an appearance in the worst possible way. With a fine case of bed mane and tail, blood-shot eyes and groggy disposition it was obvious that RD had just gotten out of bed. Gotten out of the bed that was in my bedroom. The same bed that Petina, Carousel and I slept in every night. Then chorus of female voices emanated for that same room, and Cogs could quickly determine that three mares had apparently slept in my bed last night.

      Now Cogs is a nice mare but she has terrible vice. She loves gossip, and suddenly she had what was probably one of the juiciest pieces of gossips in months, and from the look in her eyes she going to grind out the rumor of the year. Well this day was going downhill fast!