As Told By Noteworthy
It was almost Hearth's Warming time, and there I stood in another line. I was trying to buy that last gift or two, but I really wasn't in the Hearth's Warming mood. But, right in front of me was a little filly. She looked anxious and nervous. She paced around in front of me, holding a box. I remember glancing at her a couple times, seeing her frantically pacing in front of me, but I thought more about myself and my family. It was Hearth's Warming Eve and I still had stuff to buy.
My family treated me right and I treated them right. Although my musical career hasn't made much money, it made me enough money to support my family and give them a lovely Hearth's Warming Day. I couldn't imagine what life would be like without them. They make my life complete. The one last thing I had to buy was actually a gift for my whole family; a brand new piano. My family is very musical, so this is something they'd enjoy.
Clearly I didn't have a giant piano in the tiny supermarket checkout line, so they used little pieces of paper to represent the big item being bought. I held that little slip of paper tightly in my hoof, waiting to pay for it to get my receipt so I could pick it up and leave. I just wanted to get out of there and wrap the thing up. I didn't know how I would, but I knew I'd manage it.
The wait was taking too long. I mean seriously, this place had like 20 checkout lanes, and of course, on Hearth's Warming Eve, they only have 1 open. There were like 20 ponies in front of me to begin with, but by this point it was down to around 7, including the little filly in front of me, still frantically pacing.
She looked tense. Very tense. As if something was bothering her very much. Sweat ran down her poor little face. Maybe it was because she had a blank flank. I don't know why that would cause stress like that. It was just the first thing that came to mind. Maybe she was just trying to get a gift before her parents noticed she was missing. They probably would've noticed by now though. She was in front of me the whole time I was in this line, and it had been around 30 minutes.
I was finally close to the checkout, ready to buy the piano and leave. The only pony in front of me was the frantic little yellow filly. I saw her struggle to give the box to the clerk who was taller than her. The clerk helped her and grabbed the box to scan it, but before the clerk could scan it, the little filly broke into a terrible, terrible song.
"Sir I wanna buy these horseshoes," she sang, "for my Granny please. It's Hearth's Warming Eve and these horseshoes are just her size..."
I wanted to kill myself. The song was so terrible. Being a musician myself, I had heard a lot of music, good and bad, but THIS was BY FAR the WORST song I have ever heard. Ever. I tried to cover my ears, but I still heard her terrible song.
"Could you hurry, sir?" She continued to sing, "AJ says there's not much time. You see, she's been sick for quite a while, and I know these horseshoes will make her smile, and I want her to look beautiful if Granny meets her creator tonight."
Thank Celestia she stopped singing to count her bits. It seemed like years until the cashier said "Kid, there's not enough here." I felt kind of sorry for her, but I felt more sorry for myself, knowing that she'd probably turn to me and beg me for money, most likely in song. Surely enough, she turned to me and began to sing
"Granny made Hearth's Warming good at our house, though most yea-" I couldn't stand it anymore. The song was so terrible. I had to cut her off.
"KID STOP! THIS SONG IS TERRIBLE!" She began to cry. I began to feel guilty, and I knew that everypony would hate me if I didn't do something quick. So I did something.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," I said, "If I pay for your Granny's horseshoes, will you PLEASE stop with this terrible song?"
"Why, yes!" she said. I laid the money down, I just had to help myself out by getting this girl to stop. I couldn't believe the look on her face when she said,
"Granny's gonna look so great!" And the only reason I couldn't believe it was because she looked overjoyed and thought that her Granny would look great. But seriously, they're HORSESHOES! They're barely noticeable. I mean, sure, they're red, they might stand out a little, depending on her Granny's body color, but COME ON! You went through all that trouble, made me listen to a terrible, TERRIBLE song, AND made me give you 50 bits! Just for some horseshoes! For the love of Celestia, REALLY!?
Anyway, the young filly ran out with the horseshoes, still humming that terrible song, and thankfully, I didn't see her again. After she was gone, the clerk told me something, he said,
"You know, sir, you did a good thing."
"Helping the little filly out, I know, I know. I guess it was a good thing."
"Well, that WAS a good thing, but I was talking about stopping that little girl from singing that horrible song. We ALL appreciate it." I looked back and everypony in line behind me applauded me and showered cheers and thank-you's upon me. It was beautiful. I looked back at the clerk, and suddenly, the manager was there. The manager looked at me and said,
"Sir, what are you buying tonight?"
"A Quaver Brothers Brand grand piano. I've got the slip for it right here."
"Well, sir," the manager said, "on behalf of all of us at Wal*Mare, we would like to grant you your entire purchase free."
"Are you serious? This piano is worth 5000 bits!"
"But what you did there, stopping that horrid song, was priceless."
"Thank you so much."
The good ponies of Wal*Mare even helped me take it home and wrap it up for my family for the next day. And all of this happened just because of one little filly's horrible song.