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May
14th
2016

Birthday Bios: Alfalfa · 2:50pm May 14th, 2016

Look at the love in his eyes toward those daffodils. He has created some precious plant life, all to beautify whatever home he’s living in at this point in time. Yes, Alfalfa has a way with plants. :twilightsmile:

Also, if you step on those, he’ll end you.

On to the tale of Flora’s third brother!


Born in the town of Neighton in the Salt Lick Valley, Alfalfa was a pretty easygoing baby. The most trouble he ever got in when toddling was that of playing in the dirt (and sometimes eating it). Whenever he wandered off, parents March Redwood and Honeysuckle, as well as older siblings Flora Peace, Bananas, Ash Tree, and Olive, knew exactly where to find him—wherever the best dirt was. Not even building him a sandbox could keep him out of his mother’s or the neighbors’ gardens. He’s even stolen some vegetables, the little thief!

He was one when his mother converted the house into an inn, and is the only one of the foals alive at the time that doesn’t remember his parents falling out over that. He does, however, have a bit of trauma from his angry father making him cry, thus he wasn’t too close to his dad for years to come (March feels guilty and hurt about it).

Honeysuckle never liked it when Alfalfa tracked mud in the house, and always demanded that he be hosed down after playing outside. A lot of Alfalfa’s early memories involve being chased by one of his older siblings with a hose.

His first day of school had him very nervous and hesitant to approach anyone, including the teacher. The poor boy even wet himself because he was too afraid to ask the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. Some of the foals called him “Carpet Wetter” after that, though thankfully they got bored of that insult and started calling him “Mudslinger” instead (as he got mad once and threw dirt at some bullies; he got in trouble for it).

His days at school were typically boring, as he wasn’t much for rough-and-tumble games like all the other colts. He would rather play little imagination games by himself, or sometimes with a couple of filly friends that found his imaginings fun. He was always an earth-themed superhero, based on some comics that he secretly read in Bananas’ and Ash Tree’s room. The girls would have telekinesis and electricity controller respectively.

Whenever he was playing alone at home, it was never long before little sister Amber Waves would join him. It was always frustrating for him that when he’d build a sandcastle, she’d run right in and jump in it. He’d be watching a bee on a flower, she’d end up disturbing it and getting stung in the process (and her allergic reaction would cause him to drag her back home as fast as he could to get her help). And when he’d be examining any new plant he’d found, she always got in the way (this was bad during a couple of camping trips when they found poison ivy and other plants). He almost never had this problem with his other little sister, Willow, but it has happened again with little brother Kernel Grin.

When his class had a plant growing activity, Alfalfa was the one who grew the best plant, and he was so proud of his little bean. He’d tend to it further in his own little garden plot not too far from the house, and soon started adding more plants to it by saving the seeds of whatever he ate, be it pumpkins, tomatoes, cucumbers, you name it. He even figured out how to plant vegetables using the leftovers of what he ate (“Alfalfa, you finish that vegetable!” “I can’t, Mom, I need it for my garden!”). Referring to library books and some of his mom’s magazines for advice, he was always finding ways to try to improve on gardening.

He’s had a few die from his neglect (he always kicks himself for that) and he hates animals because they always try to steal from his garden. Amber’s always ready to help scare off any critters that try to snatch something from that little plot of land, but even she has school getting in the way.

Still, when pesky animals were out of the way, he was proud of how his vegetables turned out, usually good enough to end up on the dinner table or in a sandwich. He soon took to tending his mother’s flowers in the front lawn, as he knew they’d make a good first impression to any out-of-towners coming to the inn. One pumpkin grew to be bigger than him, and he was encouraged to enter in the county fair. It was not fun hauling the pumpkin there, but it was worth it as he ended up with high marks from the judges. Thus, his cutie mark was sealed.

Aside from tending the garden, he would have been seen around the inn during his adolescence, often doing chores. He also liked to cook, seeing all the delicious combinations that his vegetables could become firsthand and the looks on both his family’s and any guests’ faces whenever they tried it. He’ll also read comics and daydream about being a superhero, be tickling his three younger siblings, or just enjoying what they had to offer (especially Amber, who was an amazing storyteller).

He was responsible for the flower arrangements for the weddings of his older siblings (sans Olive), as well as serving brownies with the secret ingredient of zucchini. There was one unfortunate instance where he found out that somepony was allergic to zucchini, and his parents told him not to keep any extra ingredients a secret, lest that happen again.

In his late teens, he worked at a greenhouse at a local nursery, and learned a bit more about tending plants. He also made some new friends, who he’d joke about just about anything with. He saved all the money he earned, not willing to spoil himself with any goodies lest he find himself not having enough to go to college.

He went off to college in order to receive a degree in Horticulture, and spent quite a few years studying the many related subjects as he could. He had little interest in any event his school had, and while he did find some girls that he considered cute, and a bunch of them giggled at him (indicating to him that he was pretty cute as well), he wasn’t all too fond of dating, since he tended to be a bit awkward.

He soon graduated and went on to join the Salt Lick Valley Gardener’s Society. Wherever he was called, there he would go and give them the good old touch of some of the strongest earth pony magic they could offer. He’d often go in a group to tend the landscape of various parks in the towns of SLV.

One such park trip had him prepare the land and gardens for a wedding schedules there. He ended up there at the same time as a weaver mare that was working on a garland for her friend (who was the one having the wedding). While he opted to let her be and do his business, the mare, Green Circle, opted to chat with him instead. As it turned out, she managed to hit the very button that got him to actively converse with her—plants.

Long after they were done with their duties, they continued on talking, both on plants, their families, and even the wild imaginings of their youth. The conversation ended when he had to leave for another assignment, and he promised to visit her house and bring over some vegetables he grew in his garden.

It became a beautiful friendship.

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A simple story for a simple stallion. Woe betide those who disturb his plots.

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