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// Chapter 2: The End 
// Story: My Equine Adventure 
// by YoungQuillMaster 
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Chapter 2: The End 

I woke up the next morning, this time before the sun had risen. I put on my white coat, flipped on my glasses, tied on my bowtie, and proceeded set about my day. I looked around Ponyville for a coffee shop; I hardly believed that it had been more than a day from my last cup. I was rather worn out from all my travels the days previous, no matter how short they were. I soon found Sugar Cube Corner. I thought that they might have coffee, and most likely donuts. Suddenly a stupefying realization hit me upside the head. I still had no equestrian money, or bits. What I needed was a job so I could get some good, honest work in and get some money. As soon as the words work and honest, a certain name came to mind, Applejack.

After a nice walk to Sweet Apple Acres, I found myself gazing at the large expanse of apple trees. I soon came to the barn where I saw Applejack coming. I quickly got up to her a greeted her.

“Hello, are you Applejack?” I put doubt into my statement so my life would be a tad bit easier in the long run. I didn’t want the same thing that happened with Fluttershy to happen again with a braver pony.

“Well, last time I checked I was, so I guess I still am. What can I do yah’ for?” Her thick southern draw was even thicker than it was in the show. I cleared my throat and began,

“My name is Johann Webster, I come from a city and the western border of Equestria. While traveling here, I ran out of money and I am in an awful predicament. I was hoping I might be able to work here to get some money.”

“That’s funny you should ask, I don’t see no ‘help wanted’ sign up anywhere.”

“I know my request is rather questionable, especially since you have truthfully pointed out that you have no indication of necessity of my assistance, but I assure you that I am a hard worker who will be worth his wages.” Applejack looked at me with a bit of confusion, but eventually took a deep breath and replied,

“I guess I could give yah a job to get you back on your hooves.” I smiled, and followed Applejack. Soon I was bucking apples like no tomorrow, trying to prove my worth as a worker to be as I had said. At the end of the day I had bucked at least thirty basket loads of apples, and for doing so from around sunrise to sunset, I earned a good amount of twenty bits. I felt pretty proud of myself for working so hard, it was a nice feeling knowing that I had done something worthwhile in a day instead of inventing flubber. I trotted back to my tree and set myself up once more, I also placed my money into my saddlebags. I fell asleep with the prospect of coffee and donuts the next morning, before heading off for Sweet Apple Acres. 

I awoke and started my day once more. I felt as if I was beginning a rhythm of life in Equestria, although I would prefer not sleeping under a tree.  The simple prospect of my loved morning starters made me happier and faster, as I trotted towards Sugar Cube Corner. I entered the happy little shop and was greeted by a loud ‘bang’. Confetti blasters went off in every direction, making me jump a little. I soon saw the shop outfitted for a party. Evidently Pinkie hadn’t failed her part in all of my welcome to Equestria. Pinkie suddenly jumped out of the crowd and did her traditional ‘surprise’ shout. I milled about the party and found all of the six main characters in doing so, even Rainbow Dash. Through the course of the party, I actually managed to get the donuts and coffee I wanted and needed so desperately. I had some cakes, chips, something of a vegetable on a stick with a cracker on it, and a few dozen donuts. My stomach filled and my energy levels through the roof, I was definitely ready for anything this day could throw my way. Although one thing made me wonder, If Applejack was at the party, how am I supposed to get money for working when no work can be done without a supervisor? I could only guess we would get to the task after the festivities. Boy was I wrong on that score, not only did Applejack stay at the party until it ended, but it ended the next morning around seven. Fortunately, I had grabbed a mug of my precious brown brew and a few dozen more donuts, and snuck out of the party around ten. I know the events of the party were blurred, and the scenario quite blurred, but being as parties are, it was about as distinguishable as I have put it. As I said before, I got out of the party and back to my ‘happy tree’. 

The next morning I awoke to the smell of warm coffee. My mechanism had worked after all. I had made a fire the last night that was very small, yet constantly kept in full light. It was intended to heat my morning coffee and to wake me with the most delectable smell that could be thought of in the morning. I opened my eyes slightly, only to rush them farther open in an instant. The reason of my haste in opening my eyes was because I was a hoof, although I took no time in looking at the color. I rushed to my hooves and shook the dirt and leaves that clung to my black shirt. I then looked up at the pony that stood in front of me, it was the fact I looked UP that startled me. You must know that in human form I was near six feet tall, towering over most of my fellow scientists, And in pony form I was still rather tall in comparison to other ponies, being at least a third their size above their heads. This pony, however, was taller than me, not extremely taller just taller than me in the same comparison as me to the rest of the ponies. This pony was evidently a unicorn, because of the horn on its head, but after a few seconds of wiping the crust off of my eyes and placing my glasses on, I saw she was an alicorn. I fell to my face, Celestia. I had not expected to see her at least for a few months, more like forever. Why would she be here? The smell of my coffee couldn’t have gotten all the way to Canterlot, much less tempt her to try and acquire some for herself, being as she probably could have had a proper coffee roaster make her some that was a whole ton better than this simple brew. Celestia probably was smiling at me, but I couldn’t see with a muzzle full of dirt. 

“Please, raise yourself, good sir.” I lifted my snout from the dirt and summoned my bowtie and lab coat with the aid of my magic, which had been perfected so I could lift most anything without much trouble. I whipped my mane into the correct form with a wave of magic, and stood up straight to look up at the Equestrian monarch. I quickly noticed that she was flanked on both sides, on one with her own sister and the other by Twilight. I could only guess that it had been Twilight who had told Celestia of his arrival and maybe had poked a few questions and was here for real answers, answers that I had not completely formulated how to give in polite conversation. I only could bow my head once more as I said,

“It is nice to make your acquaintance my liege.” I could only guess that liege was appropriate in this case, being as it was used in most every story or movie of knights and what not. When I looked back to her, she indeed was smiling, along with her sister although I noticed that Twilight remained rather blank as far as noticeable emotions go. “Please, join me for morning repast, and while being so engage, come to know each other in a suitable manner.” I brought out my donuts and transferred some of the coffee’s excess heat to the small delicacies. Soon we were sitting in a small circle enjoying the small delights, and I excused myself several times for only having old supplies instead of fresh baked goods. Soon the discourse they had intended from the beginning began to unfold.

“Twilight has told us about how you came to Ponyville a day ago…”

“Actually, it was two days ago, your highness.” She nodded and smiled and continued,  

“We have done some research into Equestrian’s records to find about you and how we might adequately greet you, but in our search we found no records of education or jobs.” Crud, they already have veritably have found me. Should I dig the hole deeper or should I try to shallow it out? “We have come here to ask you to tell us all the truth.” I stood up and stretched my legs.

“If I told you the truth, would you believe me? If I gave you the impartial story of my past, would you hear me? Nay, you could not believe me if I accounted the truth unto your ears, nor would you hear me if I told you of my past life. My life must remain in the shadows of partial truth so that all may know what should be known of me and not that which is impractical to ones ears.” I made my voice alter into a tone of a poet, for I could only guess someone else had said those words before me because they sounded so familiar to my ears.
Celestia seemed to smile at my poetry, while her sister and Twilight both seemed a bit confused at my speech. “My life is shrouded in mystery, for the reason of protection of Equestria and my home as well. For I have said not entire lies and almost no half truths. All I can say of my origins is this: I come from a city far away, in a country far away.” Celestia stood up and walked over to me.

“Come with me, please.” I followed after her. We soon were in the Ponyville Park. It was rather empty, although I have to say it was still early morning. Celestia stopped under a willow that was in the central area of the park. “Sir, I would like to know the truth.” I cleared my throat, but before I could begin, Celestia began to laugh scornfully. “Who am I trying to fool? I already know who you really are and where you come from. But more importantly, why you have come into my domain, and for such selfish actions and intentions, you will be hanged.” My mind whirled as it tried to process this completely overbearing load of information. How did she find out who I was, where I was from, what my intentions were, and most of all, why was Ito be hanged.  My mind tried to wrap around the dozen concepts; unfortunately, I would only have a matter of minutes to try. I didn’t notice right away, but Celestia was gathering the elements of a gallows all around me, a noose, a trapdoor, and several other things. I finally came to my senses, but it was far too late, for Celestia already was slipping the black hood over my head. I heard the muffled sounds of her voice addressing the ponies of Equestria, who all this time had been gathering around to watch my demise unfold. I felt the floor disappear under my hooves as the door swung open. In the last moments of my life, I could only hear countless gasps issue forth as my neck cracked under the strain of the rope and gravity’s implied force. The small shafts of light that had been breaking through the hood faded away. I was dead, no turning back now, as if I could have done so earlier. But no more, I was dead. My limp corpse swaying in the wind, as a few ponies approached to take my dead body to be burned, by the orders of the ‘loving’ ruler of Equestria. My body burned, but somehow while being dead, I could feel every ounce of pain and agony. I now was dead, and ‘My Equine Adventure’ found its terminus in a very unbefitting end.  












I started up, and in doing so, knocked my head against the root of the tree above me. It was all just a dream. I can still feel the fearfulness of it as I try my best to write it, and again I ask your pardon for writing so unspecific and hurriedly of it, for to this day it shakes me to think of it. The smell of coffee was in the air, coupled with the coolness of the autumnal air that flowed around me. I knew that life would continue, even if I had just died… in my dream of course. My legs ached, and my forehead was drenched in the fountains of perspiration I had issued forth in the intensity of my dream. I poured myself a warm cup of coffee and ate a few of my donuts. I wrapped my coat around me and summoned my bowtie to its proper place around my neck. I had to go to Sweet Apple Acres today, I had told Applejack that I would be there yesterday, but because of the party, we could not work that day.

I soon arrived at Sweet Apple Acres, and to my slight surprise, Applejack and Applebloom were already awake and working hard. I joined them promptly, after I rolled up my lab coat’s sleeves. It was hard laborious work, but I liked it, even though I had become accustomed to desk work in previous years. We worked from dawn to dusk, and in doing so, cleared a good portion of the farm. I trotted up one of the various hills in the farm, and was met by a beautiful prospect. All around me, for as far as the eyes could see, were apple trees. It wasn’t a big surprise, it was just very pretty. Even Nova Scotia’s orchards couldn’t compete with this. 

It had been four weeks since I had first arrived it Equestria. In the past few weeks I had done little else then drink coffee in the morning and head off to work in Sweet Apple Acres. I had won a considerable gain through my weeks of works, but now it was nearing winter time. Work at Sweet Apple Acres was finished, and with its completion I was found without a job. Considering I had gained over a hundred bits in my days of work. I was arranging to get a property of my own, a place to spend winter and, in all likelihood, the rest of my stay in the equine world. I guessed that I probably didn’t have the financial backing necessary for such an undertaking, but there was another way that buying a house of buying materials to build one. 

I trotted out of the hardware store. It was a more beneficial journey than I had thought possible to have occurred in one simple store the size of my old office. I had bought an ax, four poles with a piece of string, and a shovel, all the things I would need for my next activity in Equestria. I was about to make my mark one that would take a few thousand years to remove naturally, I was going to build a house, and not just any type of ordinary house. 

I trotted into the Everfree forest, whistling a merry tune as I inspected the ground and the surrounding trees trying to find a perfect area to situate my abode. I had come to the Everfree because rent was cheaper than in the Sahara back on Earth. Nopony technically owned any of this land, except Zecora, so I was free to build where I chose and not have to worry about having to pay bills of any kind. I soon found a suitable spot, and set up my markers of the borders of the house, something that gave me a rush of exhilaration. I proceeded to cut down a number of trees that were inside the area that I intended for my new house down to a height that I preferred.

Weeks past, and soon, my house was complete. I had made use of the trunks of the chopped down trees, and made the solid foundation of my abode with the planks I had made from the felled trees.  It was definitely high enough from the ground to avoid flooding, yet close enough to jump from the roof and have a good possibility of not hurting oneself, if you landed the right way of course. I had lined my fireplace with some stones to keep the fire that I intended to make, from burning my house down. I then proceeded to make a cobblestone walkway to the edge of the forest. On either side I planted some roses and a stout row of solid fences, which also surrounded my house for a little extra protection from monsters. By now it was time to commence winter, and it meant my flower’s new found home was about to be disrupted. I knew I would probably be able to make it through the winter. I still had some left over waste wood, and I had purchased a white winter coat and some earmuffs to match. This would be my first winter without a heating system in my house that wasn’t produced by electricity, but I was, in a small way, looking forward to the long winter days.