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.
Cheating brony, you added an epilogue! Thanks!
Good ending, were you inspired by that brony wanting to know what happened to the rubble?
2334206 Possibly :) I also wanted to submit this to EQD in HOPES they'd put it up and it needed like 200 more words XD Glad you liked the ending Hopefully I'll get on the sequel real soon.
2332127 Thanks to you I have the base idea for the sequel so expect that soon (hopefully with longer chapters XD )
2335887 I'm glad you are liking it :) Also thank you for making me aware of those errors :)
2335933 lol thanks :)
Great story! And sooo funny!
2336263 I'm so glad you liked it!
Yay! so that's what happened to the metal, it exploded into gold shavings! It might take a while but if you collected them all, you'd have a fair ammount of money there.
I received this from EQD "Thank you for your submission. However, due to issues with comma use, saying a farm can lose itself, and capitalization, it cannot be forwarded to the pre-readers. This does not count as a strike." Can someone find these errors and point them out for me? Thank you so much!
2340971 Huh that's strange.
I will look into it for you.
2341352 thanks a lot! :)
2341360 No prob.
I'll let you know if I spot anything.
Alright! Who are the jerks that said they don't like this story?
I'll give them a piece of my mind!
2341993 Thanks :)
Will there be a sequel, because the ending is practically screaming "sequel".
2388507 I am planning on writing one :)