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// 2. Facing it Small 
// Story: Facing My Past 
// by PrincessDiscord 
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    Today was the worst day of Filthy Rich's life. He had completely forget about his trade 11 years ago. Now here he was, looking like a fool in front of his "daughter's" friends. He had no idea what to do, until he fainted, right on home plate. He dropped into a dream world, and his other visions faded away...
"Hello, Filthy Rich. I see things have been going, well, chaotically," The voice of Discord began to laugh. "You should get going on this, journey. I should give you an address, of course. But then you would need something taken away.
"Anything for baby Diamond. Please, Discord, please!" Filthy Rich replied. He was shown an image, a familiar cave. Tis cave was not far from Fluttershy's cottage, which was a relief. 
"Now for the curse!" Discord cackled, as Filthy Rich noticed that he was getting smaller by the second. Suddenly, he saw Screwball, getting even smaller, just like him.
"The curse is done. Goodbye, Rich!" Discord's voice faded away, and Filthy Rich suddenly sat up, appearing in Ponyville again.
Filthy Rich noticed that this wasn't any old dream. It was reality, for home plate was gigantic. The ponies, his wife, the Cutie Mark Crusader, were are like boulders, like the infamous Tom, the diamond rock. The only thing in sight that was his size, was a Screwball Diamond Tiara mash up. Most of the younger ponies left, and only one stayed. Nurse Sweetheart.
"Honey, are you okay?" her soothing voice said. "What happened? Something you don't want to tell me?" A grave thought encountered Filthy, as he had never told his wife bout the trade. He began to speak, but Sweetheart couldn't hear him. She lifted Filthy Rich up to her ear, and he told the nurse about the whole story. The trade, the dream, and the party. 
Sweetheart rushed inside, and returned with a small saddle bag from one of Diamond's dolls. it was filled with small grass sandwiches, a mini first aid kit, and blanket, and a clock, for measuring the days. Now, Filthy Rich had to set off on this journey.
He started outside his front door, and looked at Ponyville.
"This will be a lot harder than I thought," he said, in his tiny, squeaky voice.