Sword of the Godslayer
"It's an automaton. It tells the time. Well, how much time is left on something."
"Ohh!" Bonnie leaned down to take a closer look at the device. Its eyes were glowing with a purple light. As soon as it stopped emitting the sound, it returned its four legs down, and idled like a horse on a grassy field. "That's awesome. Is it alive?"
"Oh, no! Just a bit of magic. I used to use it for brewing potions and such. But now I use it for the bread."
Bonnie poked the nose of the figurine, and it brushed it's makeshift head against her index finger. "That's cute. It looks real. Your own little pony. With a horn."