It was one of those rainy summer days that come at the most inconvenient times, usually during picnics and softball games. Bably Glory sighed and stared out the window at the growing rain puddles. She was supposed to meet Baby Moondancer and the two of them were to go to the waterfall and swim with the sea ponies.

"Stupid rain," thought Baby Glory. "And there's nothing to do inside the house either." She trotted into the kitchen where her mother, Glory, was arranging some flowers. Normally, Baby Glory loved to look at the beautiful blossoms she and her mother collected in the meadows, but today, it just reminded her of the rain and her ill-fated trip to the waterfall.

"Momma," she complained. "I'm bored."

Her mother looked up and smiled. "I have just the thing for you. Wait right there," and she disappeared into another room. When she returned, she tossed a pile of blankets at Baby Glory. "There we go! My mother used to let me play with these on rainy days when I was little."

Baby Glory looked at the blankets with a vacant look. "Um, what are these for?" she asked, a little confused.

"Use your imagination, silly!" laughed Glory, and she nudged Baby Glory out of the kitchen.

Baby Glory sighed and dragged the blankets to her room to take a closer look. They were handwoven, with little patterns of stars and flowers embroidered upon them. She sniffed them, and jumped back in surprise. They smelled just like Blossom's garden on moonlit nights! "Use your imagination," her mother had said. Well, she might as well give it a try.

With a flick of her head, she tossed the blankets across her dresser and bed so that they made a little canopy.

"The brave cave explorer, Baby Gusty, makes her way through the uncharted darkness before her. What will our hero find? There's only one way to find out," she said aloud in a melodramatic voice as she pushed her way underneath the blankets . . .

Baby Moondancer arrived at the Glory household at half past three, her little yellow raincoat soaked along with the rest of her.

"Oh! Baby Moondancer! Come inside, dear," gasped Glory when she saw the wet baby pony on her front porch. Baby Moondancer follwed her inside gratefully and hung her raincoat in the kitchen to dry.

"Thank you," she said politely. "Can I play with Baby Glory?" she asked.

"Certainly! She's in her room," replied Glory.

Baby Moondancer opened Baby Glory's door, saying, "Baby Glory, there wasn't anything to do at my house, so I . . . uh, I came, uh . . . I . . . what are you doing?"

Baby Glory was wearing one of the blankets as a cape and was brandishing a wooden sword, threatening one of her bedposts. She grinned sheepishly at her friend. "I was um, fighting a dragon that I found in the cave," she explained.

"A dragon. Oh," said Baby Moondancer, raising an eyebrow and watching Baby Glory curiously.

Baby Glory pointed to the blanket spread across her dresser and bed. "See? There's the cave."

"It's just a blanket, Baby Glory," answered Baby Moondancer.

"No it's not. Can't you see? Look, there are some trees next to it, and see that big rock? I had to climb over it to get inside," Baby Glory said hurridly, pointing as she named each thing.

"I think," began her friend, "that you've been inside a little too long. I know! Why don't we have a teaparty or something?"

"A teaparty? Now? But the fate of Dream Valley is at stake here! I've got to vanquish this horrible dragon!" cried Baby Glory as she began whacking the bedpost with her sword.

Baby Moondancer started laughing. "You're so funny sometimes. You're acting like one of the baby ponies at the nursery."

Baby Glory narrowed her eyes. "I am not! Here, look," and she tossed the last blanket at Baby Moondancer so that it fell across her eyes.

"Hey! What was that for?" she demanded as she pulled it off her face. She glared at Baby Glory, but then her mouth dropped open as she saw that she was no longer standing in Baby Glory's room. Instead, she was in a dark cave staring at the biggest dragon she had ever seen! The dragon grinned at her and shot out a stream of fire playfully.

"I told ya," whispered Baby Glory from the side of her mouth. Baby Moondancer nodded, her eyes still on the dragon. Baby Glory handed her a sword and nudged her forward.

The dragon eyed her cautiously as she held the sword in trembling hooves. "Um, what do I do?" she asked Baby Glory.

"Pretend you're a knight, or a magician, or something," she answered.

Baby Moondancer closed her eyes and pictured herself with long flowing robes and a magic wand. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that she was wearing those flowing robes, and the wooden sword had turned into a glittering wand. "Neato!" she exclaimed, and was forced to duck as the dragon sent out another burst of fire at the two unicorns.

"On the count of three, we attack. Got it?" whispered Baby Glory.

Baby Moondancer nodded.

"I . . . 2 . . . 3!!!" Baby Glory shouted as the two jumped at the dragon.

"Baby Glory, Baby Moondancer, it's stopped raining," said Glory from the bedroom doorway.

The two ponies looked out the window in surprise. It had indeed stopped raining. They looked at eachother, and looked down at Baby Glory's bedpost they had jumped on. They looked at eachother again.

"If it's alright, Momma, we want to stay inside and play instead," smiled Baby Glory.

Glory smiled knowingly and shut the door behind her. She stopped and listend for awhile, the sounds of happy laughter drifting through the hall. She glanced at a picture of herself as a young pony wearing a cape made out of blankets hanging in the hall and grinned. "Those were the days," she sighed to herself.