The Little Match Filly

Tiny Match is scurrying around the square, abandoned by everyone and not needed by anyone. She offers passers-by ponies to buy at least one sulfur match. The filly can afford very little for the pittance she has earned to last another cold night. Is there any hope for Match? Or she can only delay the inevitable: when the sulfur matches run out, and she will only have to snuggle up to a barely warm rusty barrel of ember until the chilling night wind takes her last breath away. Крошка Спичка снуёт...