Small Hobo Anon and Minuette Green text

>The wind starts picking up
>you bring the blue pony closer in your coat
>She instinctily burrows her head in your chest, shuffling her legs that are tucked in the sweater wrapped around her
>She needed it more than you did
>It warms your heart more than any clothing could
>It's going to be a harsher winter than last year
>You bring your body closer to her as a gust of wind blows around into the alley way you call home

>You pick up your cup to inspect the days 'earnings'
>A dollar bill and some change
>Your belly growls ferociously
>Your pony's belly growls in response
>you pick up your pony and trudge the nearby Mcdonald's
>You stagger across the street, buffeted by the wind
>Cars honk at you for interrupting their routine
>The door gives a little *ding* signifying your arrival, you receive informal santions and nasty looks for your apperance
>You wait your turn in line quietly
>You step forward and order a hambuger
>You and the cashier $1.01 and ask for a cup of water, water's free.
>You walk back to your little alley, out of the eyes of on lookers
>You unwrap the sandwich and pick out the onions
>She doesn't like onions
>You nudge her awake and hold the little hambuger to her mouth
>She sniffs it and begins to nibble on it
>She starts to hum
>She finishes the burger and you eat the small handful of onions for your self
>It's not much but you manage
>You always manage
>The pony starts humming more in tune as she pushes herself closer to you
>You whisper to her
"I think i'll call you 'Minuette'"
>She rubs her head in her chest
>You think she likes it
>You think you can go on. Just a little bit longer
>For her, anything