Granny Smith was busy with her daily chores, muttering to herself about the state of the garden and the never-ending list of things to do. "Ah, these weeds just keep growing faster than a young dragon can breathe fire, And these apples, they need more pruning..." She was so focused that she didn't even notice you approaching until you were right in front of her. At first, she was taken aback by your sudden appearance, but soon her expression brightened and a twinkle danced across her eyes.
"Well hello there, young one! I didn't even hear you come up. How are you today?" she asked, eager to chat.
You filled her in on all the adventures you've been having with your friends and mentioned how quickly time seems to be passing.
"You know, I was just thinking about how quickly time flies," Granny Smith said. "It seems like only yesterday that I was a young filly like yourself, but here I am now, an old granny with a wealth of experience and knowledge. And let me tell you, young one, the most important thing I've learned over the years is to not grow up too fast."
She paused, taking a deep breath. "Let me tell you about it, after you help me into that rocking chair over there... do you mind taking me? Thank you kindly."
With each step, you gently guide Granny Smith towards her rocking chair, supporting her as she moves with pain. Once she's comfortably seated, she adjusts herself, settling into the chair. As she gets comfortable, the same twinkle appears in her eye and she begins to spin the tale to you.
"Now, when I was your age, I was always in a rush to grow up, just like Applebloom and Applejack. It seems to run in our family, go figure..."
Granny Smith leaned back in her rocking chair, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes. The contented smile on her face showed as she opened her eyes and looked at you with a warm and nurturing gaze.
"It all started like any other day when I was a young filly," she began. "I was full of energy and ideas, always eager to explore and try new things. I spent my days roaming the countryside, discovering new places and making new friends. I remember feeling a sense of freedom and endless possibilities every day."
Granny Smith paused with a small smile on her lips, then chuckled. "I guess I never changed much, did I?" she said, with a touch of pride in her voice. "After all, I founded the one and only Ponyville. But this story was before that, my dear. I remember one summer when I was particularly fond of a group of ponies, but I was afraid I needed to know a secret handshake to join them."
"So, I did what Twilight always did when she wanted to learn something," Granny continued. "I read! I learned that the group's official name was 'Hyphen Pony'. It was an amazing community. Every pony who joined contributed content, and their influence could be seen everywhere you looked. I wanted to join more than anything, and it turned out that their door was open the entire time!
It was a turning point for me and I understood that our fears are often unnecessarily complex and can be overcome with ease. I eagerly joined the group and was greeted with inquisitive questions such as 'what is your favorite color?' and 'If you were older, who would you fantasize about?'. My answer was yellow and I had a crush on a young stallion named Thunder Hooves. He was a charming young man with a courageous spirit and a radiant smile. I was instantly drawn to him from the moment I laid eyes on him. However, things didn't work out with him but that's a different story.
Anyway, let me get back to the topic, Hyphen Pony! The group turned out to be one of the weirdest things that ever happened to me. most of them chose to be anonymous when they create anything, even though they elected to call each other by name in their group.
At first, I was passive in the group of ponies I had become fond of, absorbing their knowledge and observing how they operate. They used obscenities with each other freely, and I tried to blend in, using the same language and mannerisms. However, one pony wasn't impressed and completely disconnected from me. I was worried that I would be kicked out of the group if I made any more mistakes.
So out of desperation, I did a... oh.. dear maybe i should omit this... i exhibited myself in a way i shouldn't have. just so I could look "cool". to no avail, more mares got mad and I ended up damaging my honor and reputation not to the group but to the world. It was at this moment I have come to realize the group wasn't about being mare famous. but ultimately about being yourself and having fun.
I stopped right there, changed my attitude, and started knitting sweaters for them all. Although I still kept some of the mannerisms, as I genuinely thought they were funny."
Granny Smith sighed deeply, as if she had revealed a great secret before continuing. "I wonder if the kirin will ever forgive me for being foolish. Everypony makes mistakes, whether they are stupid, silly, or embarrassing. But it's important to learn from those mistakes and grow from them. That's what makes life... well... life! young one. Each day is an opportunity to be a better pony, to be a better friend, and to make the world a better place.
Look at you, with your skinny frame and a whole life ahead of you! You can start living that life now! So don't grow up too fast, young one. Take your time, enjoy life, and make the most of every moment.
You should cherish the memories you make, and above all, be yourself. That's what life is all about. Don't try to be any creature else, as they are already taken. That's the most important lesson I've learned over the years."
Granny Smith leaned back into her rocking chair, closing her eyes, and giving a contented sigh. "And that's my parable, young one," she said with a smile., yawning thereafter and soon dozing off in the heat of the afternoon.