The Perfect Pear

by The Blue EM2


Chapter 8: Canterlot, 1994 (Grand Pear)

Canterlot, California, 1994



Grand Pear was incredibly surprised to see his daughter returning several days before expected. He strode forward to the gate to speak to her as she approached.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

The look in his daughter’s eyes was all he needed to see, as she started to speak. “The folks in Cass were nice at first, but then Mrs Smith refused ta give me permission ta marry Bright.”

“On what grounds?” Grand Pear asked.

“That Ah was too young, and that he thought Ah weren’t even American.”

“Well that’s patently ridiculous,” Grand replied. “We are all Americans. Ah take it they ranted about not bein’ able ta plough fields with ideas?”

Pear nodded, tears dripping from her eyes. “Why can’t they see Ah love him?” she asked rhetorically.

“Maybe that’s what the problem is, and they can’t see past their prejudice.” Grand Pear sighed. “Ah know you care fer him, and-”

“-and if Ah can’t marry him, Ah’d rather die single!”



Grand Pear was slightly shaken by this revelation. “Ah’d hope it wouldn’t come ta that, but Ah’ll contact Great Apple and try ta clean this mess up.”



He went back indoors, and picked up the receiver for his telephone. He then keyed in the numbers for the Smith home in Cass.

“Who is this?” asked a grumpy voice on the other end.

“This is Grand Pear. Ah wanted ta speak ta ya about the incident that occurred in Cass a few days ago.”

There was a pause. "Ah, Ah thought Ah smelled somethin’ sour. What do ya want?”

“Pear was left very upset by the entire incident. Ah am not prepared ta stand fer people bein’ rude ta mah family members fer no good reason.”

“She can forget about marryin’ Mac. Besides, she has no right ta muck about with our family and how we do things. Ya should stick ta yer own kind.”

“Mac told me you were not an Apple originally, so that is very hypocritical.”

“Don’t spout yer hogwash mah way! This is the last time you’ll hear from me, so goodbye!” The receiver slammed down on the other end.

Grand Pear shook his head. “Great,” he said.

Pear Butter came in. “So, they won’t let us be together?” she asked.

Grand thought for a moment. “No,” he said. “If they can be stubborn, Ah can be even more stubborn. There’s a way around this, but it’ll need tact and care to pull off. And fer that, Ah need ta write a letter.”

With that, he took a piece of paper, fed it into his typewriter, and began to type;

Dear Bright Mac,

By the time this letter reaches you, several days will have passed, and you may be worried. Fear not, for I have a plan to correct what is wrong.

I have organised a flight for you from Yaeger to LA, and when I meet you there, we will discuss further.

Yours's Sincerely,

Grand Pear.