Reputation and the nature of Infamy · 7:14pm Dec 1st, 2014
One day, a young filly was taking a tour of Canterlot castle. As she followed the guide, she gazed in wonder at all scenes from history recreated in the stained glass windows that lined the halls. One window caught her attention though, both because she didn't recognize the scene and because the guide glossed over it entirely.
Because there was so much to see and she didn't want to make everypony else wait, it wasn't until the end of the tour that she was able to ask the guide about the window with the two white unicorns and the cake in it. The guide grew tense for a second, and then asked her to follow him to a balcony.
He pointed to a bit of green in the distance. "Do you see that? That's a park that I helped establish. Zoning, land grants, upkeep... I organized it all, for that one and a half dozen more. Do they make a window about my contributions to the community, to keeping Canterlot beautiful? No."
The stallion pointed to a building closer to the castle, where many colts and fillies could be seen playing in a connected yard. "You see that school? I'm on the board for it, and several more, and I helped organize a hot-lunch program so that every filly could be sure of getting fresh, nutritious meals every day. Each year, I grant scholarships to help bright and deserving ponies get into the colleges and universities that would serve them best. I never turn down an invitation to lecture, and I volunteer however I can when I find the time. Do they make a window about my dedication to education, my work with charities? No."
Next, he jabbed his hoof at the gardens and the hedge maze directly below the balcony. "You see that maze? I laid it out! Nearly impossible to find the center, but always easy to find your way out! Do you see those gardens? Filled with animals from all over Equestria, some of them natural enemies! But I manage to lay out the garden so that they can all coexist and thrive. Do they make a window about my work with complicated and contradictory spacial design, my Faust-given cutie mark? No!"
Blueblood slumped over the railing of the balcony and moaned, "You panic and flinch away from a flying cake ONE TIME, though..!"
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Edit: Forgot to clarify that I want to do this so I can like this one.