Cold Night, Hot Temper.
Whinnyopolis was covered in fresh snow for miles on end, the sky above a cozy ocean blue that stretched far beyond the horizon. A few sparkling stars would glitter in the distance, but nothing exactly to write home about.
The streets were empty during the nightfall. A pony would be downright crazy to just plop their rumps into the icy depths of the streets, crazy or simply up to no good. These silent calm nights were a secret treasure to one, March Gustysnows.
Her cream-white hooves crunched across the flawless powder at a leisurely pace, long blonde mane flowed out from under her simple fur hat. She had an affinity for the peace that her city brought forth, but even a princess couldn't be quite perfect.
So as if on cue a loud whinny danced across the chill winter's wind, Marchie pricked her ears with interest while casually approaching the sudden ruckus in the distance.
Cozy Brew's Cafe.
A tiny building nestled at the edge of the street nearly hidden from view. Marchie tugged upward on the collar of her dark brown coat, entering into the welcome warmth of the shop.
"Just checking in, everything fine, yah?" Marchie flashed a genuine smile to the pale pink unicorn behind the front counter.
"Yah, sure you betcha! A mare could almost be happy today if she wasn't careful." The Barista replied with her own unique grin of amusement.
"Dat's reassuring, I heard a whinny from down da way." Marchie took a seat at the front counter lazily.
"Dat was just some funny looking stallion running out of here!" She snorted softly ready to take an order.
"Classic Roast any good tonight?" Marchie placed her favorite order.
"Well, it's an improvement on that other stuff you pay nine bits to drink at dose rude noisy places outta town!" The Barista floated over a turquoise colored mug to the mare, guiding a stream of hot fresh coffee from a nearby pot within.
"What made dat stallion so funny looking?" Marchie blew the steam away from the mug softly, enjoying a nice deep sip.
"He ran in here yelling aboot how he bunch his job, an' stuff!" She rolled her pale blue eyes before leaning against the counter.
"Dose types, eh?" Marchie giggled with a sly smirk.
"So I says, why go and bunch it then?" Her hoof waved in front of the mare.
"He rambled about no respect from da boss."
"Which I interrupt with, do I look like a therapist!?" She blew out a loud raspberry.
"He says, no youse look like a Barista!"
"You betcha, I says! Now order something!!" She bounced her hooves across the counter in a cute melody of excitement.
"I guess he didn't order?" Marchie quirked a thin brow to the unicorn curiously.
"No, he pulled out a plastic knife, screaming "It's bin a long day!"."
The unicorn floated down a muffin from a nearby shelf with her vibrant pink magic, taking a tiny nibble from the moist sweet treat casually. "Every day is a long day, Dontcha' know." She sighed while shaking her head in place.
"I bet dot put a fire under his hooves, yah?" Marchie leaned in close, enjoying the re-telling of such a farce.
"He lunged at me with dhat blade, I just spun around and gave him a splash of Special Blend." She nudged her head towards an empty glass pot behind her.
"Must've burned the hair off his hide, don't ya know that then?" Marchie finished off her mug with another giggle of amusement.
"He ran out the door back dere." Her hoof flaunted to the back exit lacklusterly.
"Borrow me this coffee till payday?" Marchie stretched as she began the calm walk out towards the back.
"Yah, yah, yah, yah." The Batista's voice danced on the wind as the mare vanished into the snow ridden landscape.
"I checksies everything inside and all is well, so come on out now!" Marchie let her magenta eyes fall upon a large pile of snow directly next to the backdoor.
"She splashed me something fierce." The stallion whimpered as his head popped out of the snow, face a bright red as his eyes were nearly swollen shut.
"Oh ya ya know, fer sure!" Marchie scrunched her nose cutely to the stallion, eyes filled with pity.
"It's bin a long day." He shuffled out of his hiding place, shaking off the fresh powder from his haunches.
"Dat's no excuse to rob a pony, Dontcha' know?" Marchie huffed as the green-colored stallion lowered his head in shame.
"You gonna take me in?" He shivered from the cold like a wet cat on its last life.
"I could but ya seem to have had enough, jeet before all this foolishness?" Marchie sighed as she began to walk away from the alley, out towards the main road again.
"Hmm, innerestin." He mumbled under his breath silently not sure if this could be an elaborate trap.
"You going wid me or not!? Freezing my hoofers off out here." Marchie spun around to call out the silly stallion annoyed.
Within a few moments he dashed out to match her stride, she knew all too well the hardships that one bad day could bring. It was cold nights like these that a pony could use a helping hoof, to be reminded that compassion still existed out there amongst the ice.
"You really tried to rob a place wid a toy?" Marchie couldn't help but smirk again from the mere thought.
"I wasn't looking to hurt anypony, far as dat goes." He replied with a quick pop of his ears, clearly still embarrassed from his failed exploits into crime.
"Yah, yah, yah." Marchie nudged him at his side playfully, leading the stallion towards her home over the horizon.
She had wonderful Bay-day-duh soup cooking over the fire back home, it would be enough to warm up even a windigo on this chilly dark night.
Something told her, this poor soul could use it.
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Nice, short and wholesome.
Another sweet read from a sweeter gal.
This almost feels like one of those 'Pass it On' commercials or at least a concept. In this case, a cop goes to investigate a supposedly criminal only to find out how petty the criminal turns out to be as they are really homeless. But rather than taking them in and seeing as how this criminal don't look as if they could harm anyone, the cop decides to 'pass along' some kindess.
I should definitely say that this makes for quite a wholesome story. As a matter of fact, it has indeed been quite a long time since I've seen this pony since the 'Princess Spike' controversy.
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Yeah she's a charming pony.
Well, I had a kid once steal money out of my purse.
She seemed really remorseful when I caught her, said that she and her mom were just hungry and she wasn't sure what to do.
I ended up giving her $60 , sometimes people just have a bad run of luck, doing wrong things doesn't make you bad.
Sometimes you just need a show of kindness.
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Did you have her promise that if she accepts the money that she would use it wisely? That she is taking the money to help not only herself, but her mother? Because someday, if that kid is truly grateful, she might want to repay you in some form.
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I didn't have her promise, I told her to help out herself and her mother though.
I took it on faith that she hopefully used it to help out her family,if she ever wanted to repay ne, I'd just hope she would help out another in need someday.
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One can only hope so as well. We have to have some hope that despite our struggles, they have not deterred from the humanity inside that makes us special. If we are lucky, that same girl has used the money to do something special for her family. And perhaps over time, perhaps fortune is in their favor. Perhaps not in a 'literal' sense, but at least out of such an act of kindness they hope to do the same unto others.
10469402
If that happened, I'd be overjoyed.
I pray she and her family are still Okies.
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Perhaps if she ever saw this story and how in a way it resembled that encounter you had, then she will remember the kind young woman who helped her despite the fact that she robbed that same woman in an act of desperation. That in a way, it will show that you never forgot her and that you displayed how your example was carried out through another story.
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Yeah, I was working at a Movie Store.
I'd sit behind the counter up front, she saw my purse was open near the computer.
She asked if I could help her get a movie off the high shelf in the back, usually I was in charge of getting them off our ridiculously big shelves. I said sure and began to go back, on my way existing the back counter, I noticed we had a copy of said movie in the back with me, I grabbed it and caught her just holding my money and my purse.
She didn't try to run, she just put it back and began crying.
Said she came in to steal some candy , sodas, etc we kept up front, but saw that I left my purse basically in the open.
We chatted, she said she and her mother was hungry.
She had walked over, I just felt really bad?
Told her, things would get better.
That I wasn't mad, then I offered her money.
Hoping she could get herself and mother, something decent to eat.
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Well, it sounds to me that she wasn't a mean girl by any means. Judging based on the depiction, it seemed she truly was a desperate girl just trying to survive and didn't mean to hurt anyone. At least, I sincerely hope that's the case. I do hope things work out for the child.
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So do I.
But, Fargo Horse is North Dakotan.