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- >She looks up at me
- "We all have to have bad days once and a while"
- >"But this has been my life for years! I am poor and hungry and no home!"
- >I look at her, she is crying
- >"And this "job" i have is the only thing i can do to survive"
- >i look at the tree close to her
- "Say that is a happy little tree there"
- >She looks out and sees it
- >"More happy than i will ever be"
- "No that isnt true, you can be happy. Come here."
- >I grab my bag i had and bring out some brushes and a easel with a canvas
- >"Painting? But im not good at painting"
- >I look over to her and smile
- "I will teach you, there is a small easel and canvas in that bag, we can share the paints"
- >She sets it up and prepares to listen
- >I begin to speak
- "Now the first thing we need to do is have a basic outline"
- >She starts to paint along with me
- >"Does it look good?
- >I look at her canvas and see a decent outline
- "Thats good, now we will fill in the basic colors"
- >We start and halfway through it she says
- >"Aw great, i mixed the green and brown together"
- >I look at it and see the mixed colors
- "Its ok, we dont make mistakes in painting, we only make happy accidents"
- >She turns back and mumbles somthing "My life has been a happy accident if you say it that way"
- >I hear it but i ignore that statement
- "You can cover up the brown with green later"
- >I go out and help her paint with each and every step
- >A hour later we finish
- >She looks at her tree and then at mine
- "I will never be as good as you..."
- >She slumps down and looks sad
- "Hey, its ok. I was horrible at this when i first started"
- >"I hardley believe that"
- >I go silent and sit by her
- "Do you want to talk while the paint is drying?"
- >She looks at me and says "Well i have nothing else to do"
- >"So how did you get to be so good at painting"
- "I was in the Air Force, sort of like your wonderbolts, but in big fast planes"
- >She was confused
- >"You learned to paint there?"
- "Well no, it was my inspiration. I looked at mountians and meadows and trees all the time"
- >"Really? Mountians? I always wanted to see a mountian"
- "Maybe you can paint one too"
- >She smiles. "I can?"
- >I smile back
- "Maybe someday, if its there, you can do it"
- >A loud stomping went up to us
- >"Hey you slut! You were supposed to be here this afternoon, not with this pink skinned freak!"
- >WAT
- >A hoof landed on the hazel pony's stomach
- >"OWW! Ple-please, stop! HELP!"
- >I get up to grab him but he punches me knocking the wind out of me
- >Then a strange anger rose in me...
- >Oh no not again
- >I charge at him
- >He turns twords me and he tries to react
- >too late
- >A bone shattering punch knocks him to the ground shocked
- >I grab his head and made him look at me
- >"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU INSENSITIVE JACKASS!"
- >My voice must have reached the ends of this earth because everyone is silent and looks at me
- >The big pony starts sobbing and runs off
- >I get on my knees and start crying
- >The hazal pony runs up to me and asks if i am ok
- "You know somthing...i promised my wife that i would never yell again...i guess some promises can be broken"
- >She hugs me and says "Its just a happy accident"
- >I hug her back and cry
- >Our paintings finish drying and she asks me
- >"Will you paint with me again
- "Of course"
- >I go to that same spot every week and paint with her
- >She gets better and better overtime and she is almost at par with my skills
- >One day however i decide to buy tickets to go to the mountians
- >When we paint a yellow pony's house on the edge of the woods she looks at our paintings
- "Wow...i havent seen paintings like these before"
- >Hazel looks at her and thanks her
- >the yellow pony pulls out a bag of bits
- >"Here, you did a good job"
- >She brings both paintings in
- "Wow...she gave me a bunch! I can get a apartment!"
- >I go silent
- >"Is everything all right?"
- "You wanted to see a mountian right?"
- >I pull out the tickets
- >She is in shock
- >"For...both of us? You didnt have too"
- "I have too, it was your dream. I wanted it to come true"
- >In shock she hugs me and starts crying happy tears
- >The yellow pony in the door sheds a tear and shuts the door
- >2 weeks later we head up to the mountians
- >It was cold but it was worth it.
- >I saw her happy in painting every side of the mountian, every drop of water, every bit of detail
- >after 3 hours she shows me the painting. It was magnificent
- "Wow...thats beyond my skill"
- >"Really?!"
- >It was, i cant believe she has gotten this far
- >We return to town
- >Somepony sees her painting and asks to buy it
- >Its a pony with a camera, and a snazzy dress
- >"IT WOULD LOOK BEAUTIFUL AS A INSPIRATION!" She booms
- >"Oh..ok. But how mu-" Hazal was cut off with a big bag of bits landed on her table
- >It was around 2000 i dont doubt
- >"THANK YOU PAINTER!" the blue pony yelled as she ran with the painting
- >Hazel was happy as she could be
- >Word got around town and that painting was famous
- >2 years later
- >Hazel is a magnificent painter and today is her first live demonstration
- >"Im nervous...what if they don't like me?
- "If they didn't like you they wouldn't have you come here today"
- >"Th..thats true"
- "Go out there and make some smiles!"
- >She goes out on stage and i sit in the audience
- >"I am Hazel and i welcome you all today.."
- >She begins painting
- >It was a slow start and i didnt know what she was painting
- >Hours pass and i see the painting finished in front of the crowd
- >It was a tree grown through a box with a gardener with big hair tending it
- >People loved it but were confused
- >"This painting is based on trials i had in the past. But i was helped and now am where i am now"
- >Ponies loved it and someone was yelling "500 bits!" "800 bits!"
- >Bidding started
- >Noise erupted until a loud stomp came in the room
- >It was that pony that punched her
- >"8,500 BITS" he yelled
- >Everyone went silent
- >he smiled and went to get the painting and handed her the bits
- >"Im sorry"
- >He walks off stage and leaves the room
- >Later i see Hazel on a park bench
- >She is sad
- >"Why did he come back?"
- >I was confused
- "To apoligize of course"
- >"No one has done that to me since that day"
- "Well things change dont they? You have to have a bit of darkness to lighten things. Just like painting"
- >"But what if someone hurts me again?"
- >I question that to myself
- "They wont Hazel"
- >"Why?"
- >Butterflies form in my stomach
- >I kiss her on the cheek
- "Because you have grown to not be a twig...but a happy tree"
- "A happy tree that will give light to others"
- >"Just like you have given me?"
- >I lean in to kiss her again
- "Yes, and the old twigs around us will become happy trees with you"
- The end
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