More of Carrot and Mommy

>On the computer, looking for a pony specialist vet.
>Carrot is having a teaparty with her "new fwend", an old stuffed bear you gave her.
>Last night's ruccus reminded you that she needs her shots.
>You know that most vets just blow off fluffy pony ailments, telling you to get a new one.
>"They are just two dollars," they say. "They drop like flies anyway"
>You refuse to take your Carrot to a vet with this attitude.
>Found one.... blah blah blah... mission statement... Ah, phone number!
Ring! Ring!
>A kind sounding lady answers the phone, "Hello! Saint Mary's Pony Hospital. How can I help you?"
>You give the lady your information and make an appointment to have Carrot seen in one week.
>Excellent. Feeling
>Your phone rings. It's your boss. They're letting you go. Orders from on top. Laid off.
>This sucks.
>You slump down on your desk, about go into a depression having lost your job when you spot Miss Janis's card.
>Decide to give her a ring.
>Ring! Ring! Ring!
>Some bored clerk answers.
>You ask for Miss Janis, give the clerk your name, and get put on hold.
>Five minutes later Miss Janis picks up. "Hello! I'm so glad you called! How's Carrot? She healing up well?"
"Yeah, thank you. She was a little sick last night, but other then that she's quite well. How's your dog?"
>"He's great! He's currently getting a pedicure."
>Holy crap she's rich. Time to pray that she still wants to hire you.
"That sounds nice. I was just wondering if you still needed a musician for your resturant?"
>"Why, darling, I'm glad you asked! I do, in fact, I want you to come down today if at all possible!"
"Oh my gosh. That's amazing I'll- OWCH! CARROT!"
>Apparently Carrot decided her teapart was over and wanted to play cannonball... at your leg.
>She looks up at you with a face of pure glee. "Cawwit cannonbaw!"
>Never should have played that game with her.
"Carrot! Mommy is on a very important phone call!" you harshly scold her.
>Carrot doesn't quite get it, but she very much gets the tone as she cowers before you.
>Her fear softens your heart.
"Go draw Mommy a picture of a cat and when I'm done on the phone I'll play airplane with you."
>Carrot lights up and scampers off to get her crayons and draw.
>You can hear Miss Janis laughing on the other end of the phone.
"Sorry about that, Miss Janis-"
>"Please! Darling, call me Anne!"
"Sorry about that, Anne."
>"Don't worry, darling. It's all in the life of having pets! Now! Where were we?"
>You and Anne discuss the particulars of the job- the kind of music, pay ($2,000 per show, guarenteed at least one show a week), etc.
>She gives you the address to her resturant, and the last thing she says to you is to feel free to bring Carrot along.
>You've got a new job.
>You've got a great new job.
>You've got a great new job that you can bring Carrot to, which means no more leaving her home alone.
>Life is good.
>No.
>Life is fucking great.

The End!

>It's 5pm when you arrive at the resturant.
>Carrot is in special carring case hanging over your shoulder.
>She looks around wide-eyed.
>"Whaiw we, Mommy?" she cues, entirely taken in by her sleak, ultra-modern surroundings. "It amayowing!"
"That's amazing, Carrot. And we're at Mommy's new job."
>Carrot gets an adorable determined look on her face as she spends the rest of the day mastering the word "amazing", while you go about learning about your new position.

>Your new job requires that you wear a skimpy french maid outfit, which is the best of a set of pretty bad outfits.
>The resturant caters to very rich men, as expected.
>You will be playing violin.
>Each set will last 2 hours.
>You get a 1 hour break between sets.
>4 sets in each show
>You are free to continue bringing Carrot, as long as she doesn't interfier.
>You will be paid in cash.
>You may set up a tip jar.

>Life is not as good as earlier, but still not horrible.

>"Mommy! Mommy! Wook!" Carrot mews as she rushes over to wear you are sitting, staring at the maid outfit.
>She bounces in place, excitedly waiting for you to acknowledge her.
>"Amazing!" she says triumpfently.
>You look at her, confused.
>Not able to comprehend that you don't remember she says it again, puffing out her little chest, proud.
>CLICK
"Oh! Good job, Carrot! I'm very proud of you." You tell her as you pick her up.
>You kiss her forehead and put her back down, going back into your slump.
>She doesn't make the connection between the outfit and your state. She just understands that you're not happy.
>"Wat wong wit Mommy?" she asks.
>You doubt she'll get it, but explain it to her anyway because, well, why the hell not?
>You pick her up and set her on the table.
"Baby, Mommy got a new job today. It's a very good job, and Mommy gets to do what she loves, but it means she has to wear something she's not really comfortable wearing," you tell her.
>She looks at you confused.
>"Hugsies?" she says, leaning back on her haunches offering a hug.
>Nope, doesn't get it.
>You hug your fluffy pony and feel better, knowing that she loves you.
>Life is okay.