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// Epilogue 
// Story: Foal's Gold 
// by flutterboom64 
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	I woke up the next morning and I walked downstairs. Once again the aroma of apples filled my nostrils giving me goosebumps. I trotted into the kitchen to see a note and applesauce on the kitchen table. I made my way over and took note of how the weather was much warmer than it's been the past few days and nights. I hopped up onto the table and looked at the parchment on the table. The ink was still wet letting me know it was written recently. I stared at it a minute trying to work out the words in my head. Apple Bloom, clean tree house, love Applejack, is all I could understand, but, it was enough for me to tell what I needed to do. I looked out the window to see my big brother and sister working on the farm. I wish I was working on the farm. I thought to myself. I left without eating breakfast to get a quick start on cleaning the rubble, so I could get back to the farm as soon as possible.
I made my way to the tree house and felt my stomach rumble. This was a bad idea. I thought. I felt the dew under my hooves, and heard birds chirping, and finally took in the warm air. When I saw the tree house my eyes began to tear up. I never thought about how I we'd have to rebuild the whole tree house, at least, not until now. I began sifting through the rubble hoping to find something, anything not broken. A picture, a vase, anything, to keep as memory of the first Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse. No such luck. The only thing still intact I could find was the old blanket from the barn. I held back my tears and began cleaning up the rubble. I set stack after stack of broken wood and glass on the blanket and dragged it back to the house for the garbage ponies to get.  When I was almost done I sat on the stump that used to hold our tree house to rest. I began reminiscing about spending time in the tree house. It was sad, but nice to think about. I was deep in thought when something in the rubble caught my eye. I made my way to the shiny spot that was peering from the rubble.
I sifted the rubble over trying to dig up what I saw earlier. I dug up what I thought at the time to be wood shavings. I looked closely and saw that it wasn't wood shavings, but gold shavings! This is amazing.
"We did it! We did it!" I cheered. It wasn't perfect, they weren't gold bars but it was good enough for me to say it worked. The alchemy worked.
I've got to tell Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo! I thought before trotting off. Sorry Granny Smith, but I've got to break the rules this time.