2. Dinky's Backstory [info/side story]
At the time, dinky wasn't my child. She was owned by an abusive father. It made me upset, to see her being dragged around into an ally on a weekly basis, and me following. I heard screaming, and punching.
I had my pink hoodie on, as i picked for onions and carrots. I see the usual, her father slapping her in public, as tears streamed down her face. I quickly went up to the father, and give him a big buck on the chin. I heard a cracking noise.
I took dinky, and ran back to my house. Good thing i wore my pink hoodie. No one was able to identify me whatsoever. I told dinky never to speak to any pony about who your real father is.
And she Didn't.