Igneous Rock, and Cloudy Quartz, Pinkie Pie’s parents, always had her out early in the morning. Marble Pie and Limestone Pie, were always treated the best by their parents.
“Good morning Mother, good morning Father,” Pinkie Pie said as she walked into the kitchen of the small house.
“Good morning Pinkamena. Don’t forget, you are taking the morning shift. We are transferring the rocks from the South field into the East field, so build up a pile of as many rocks as you can. But first, have some breakfast, Pinkamena,” Igneous Rock commented as he pushed a plate of pancakes over to Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie looked around. Where is Marble and Limestone?” Pinkie asked as she put a piece of pancake in her mouth.
“They are sleeping. Marble is taking the shift after you, so she will be up fairly soon to get ready. Don’t worry, dear, it is all under control,” Cloudy Quartz proceeded.
Pinkie Pie nodded as she finished her pancake. Once she finished, she walked out the back door and went towards the South field.
Pinkie Pie walked around her family’s farm pushing around a small rock into a pile she was making. For the small filly, her pile was considerably large. But not large enough for her family. She looked up, and saw her family looking at her like a disgrace.
Pinkie Pie had never been good with rocks, and had no clue why anypony would want to own a farm, but most especially a rock farm. She still tried her hardest everyday. She wanted to win her families love, just like her two sisters had done.
She nudged a small rock up against her still growing pile. “Maybe someday I will learn to like being in a business,” Pinkie Pie sighed as she looked towards the air.
Marble Pie and the rest of Pinkie’s family made their way outside. “Pinkamena! How is the rock moving going along, dear?” Cloudy Quartz asked.
Pinkie Pie looked at her white furred mother. “It’s going fine, Mother. I have a pile working up that Marble and Limestone could move to the East field when they are ready,” Pinkie Pie called across the rocky field.
Marble and Limestone looked at their parents. “May we?” they asked in perfect unison.
Igneous Rock laughed. “Yes, you may. Just stay out of trouble, and try not to get in Pinkamena’s way to much!” he shouted as his two daughters ran towards the pink furred pony.
“Hi Pinkamena! We have come to help! But how about we make this a game? We try to catch up with how many rocks you move, and we will move them. Since you are bigger, you can move faster than us, so it will be you, against me and Marble!” Limestone told Pinkie Pie.
“How about we all make our own piles, but you and Marble work together as a team. The next time Mother or Father come out, we start moving the rocks we have gathered to the East field. The first one to get rid of all their rocks, wins,” Pinkie Pie added.
Marble and Limestone looked at each other. “You are so on, Pinkamena,” Marble and Limestone raced away to start on their pile.
Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz looked at their three daughters from inside the house. “Look at that, Cloudy, they are playing together,” Igneous told his wife. “Maybe we should have them work together a little more often. They are moving rocks like there is no tomorrow. Ohhhhh. I think they are playing a little game together.”
Cloudy trotted up next to Igneous. “They are fillies, so they gotta have a little fun. And whatever works for them, works for me. Well, as long as they don’t injure each other, or injure themselves. But whatever they are doing, it looks like they are having fun. I’m gonna see what they are doing,” Cloudy went over to the door and opened it. “What are you doing out there?!” she yelled to her daughters.
All three fillies looked up. “GO, GO, GO!” they yelled. They raced towards their pile of rocks, and picked one up and ran to the east field. Cloudy Quartz stood there, confused.
“Uhm, I’ll just go back inside then, I suppose,” she commented as her young fillies ran to the East field to deposit the rocks they gathered.
Pinkie Pie already had a head start on her younger sisters, But they were getting rid of two rocks while she was only getting out one for every two of theirs. She decided that she needed to pick up the pace, and ran as fast as she could to the East field, and quickly deposited her rock. This went on for about 5 minutes until she was running out of breath. “Just.. one… more… rock… and… then… I… win…” she said to herself as she made the final trip. Picking up the rock, she stumbled past Limestone and Marble who was carrying the last of their rocks.
Upon seeing this, Marble and Limestone ran faster and faster trying to keep up with their older sister. Pinkie Pie looked behind her. She was ahead by a long shot. “Maybe I should let them win this round…” Pinkie Pie said. She slowed herself down to slight jog, and watched as her two sisters sped past her. Pinkie sped up, but only going so fast so she was a whole muzzle behind them.
Limestone dropped her rock along with Marble. “We won!” the fillies stared in amazement.
Pinkie Pie laughed. “Yes, you did, silly filly. You did great. And more of the South Field’s rocks have gone. The bigger ones we won’t be able to move on our own, but there are a few smaller ones left over that we can get. Come on, lets finish this up. Mother and Father will be proud of our hard work,” Pinkie Pie turned around, her two sisters following closely behind her.
As Pinkie Pie grew older and older, she began to like the farming business more and more. All she really had to do was add a fun game to the moving of the rocks, and it became more fun.
Limestone and Marble had eventually moved onto their own fields, so they didn’t see each other as much as they usually would have liked, but the times that they did spend together, that had lots of fun.
One day, Pinkie Pie was pushing a rock around the South field, trying to get it to make it’s way to the East field. This rock was strangely heavy, and didn’t like to roll well. “Ugh. Come on you stupid rock. Move!” Pinkie yelled at the rock. Yet, it did nothing, but well, nothing. Pinkie kicked the rock, and it burst open. “Oooooohhh. Pretty!” Pinkie exclaimed. Inside the rock, there were purple crystals. She had never seen a rock so pretty. Pinkie Pie picked up a part of the rock, and showed it to her parents.
“This is absolutely beautiful, Pinkamena. Thank you!” Cloudy said to her eldest daughter. “Oh, I think you have a present as well,” Cloudy pointed a hoof towards Pinkie’s flank.
“My cutie mark!! It’s so pretty! Just like that rock!” Pinkie yelled.
When Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz passed away, the Rock Farm was passed on to Pinkamena Diane Pie. Pinkie Pie grew to have the farm flourished with workers, and businesses crowded her office wanting to buy the rocks from her farm. Pinkie Pie was never prouder of herself than that moment in time.