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// Chapter 2: Mac Toshworth 
// Story: Ballad of Big Mac 
// by Prisoner 24601 
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It's a hassal writing in AJ's dialect, so I'll just write this as if
I'm Applejack, and you-the audiance- can represent Twilight and Rarity.
Here goes...





Big macintosh was once something very different from a pony. He actually started his journey as a human. He awoke one morning to the TV on downstairs in his apartment. He went there to see his 18 year old son sitting in front of the television, watching something he couldn't make out. All he knew was that it involved a lot of colors, mostly consisting of pink. As he rubbed his eyes to focus, he saw that this TV show was about brightly colored horses. His son had no idea he was there.
"Jacob?" Big Mac said. In this time before he was a pony, his name was just Mac. "What are you watching?"
Mac's son, Jacob, jumped from his seat. He was what you'd expect of an urban teen living in New York City: Leather jacket, aviators, body piercings, bright blue mohawk, etc. etc. He was probably the least likely of anyone to be watching a show about... Mac didn't even know! He studdered for a bit, then said, "D-dad, don't get mad at me... It was My Little Pony..."
Mac couldn't be angry at a time like this. All emotions turned to hysteria as an endless plain of laughter washed over him. He focused his eyes on the screen again, trying with all his willpower to hold back another surge of guffaws. He studied the ponies. There was an orange one, and a purple one... and a crowd of other ponies around what appeared to be a gazebo.
He stood there and watched for a few minutes, until Jacob said, "Dad... just give them a chance. I swear you'll like the show as long as you give it a chance..." He seemed hopeful that his dad would become a fan. That would mean he had no chance of enbarrasment unless Mac got some, too.
Mac just stood there, then he looked at Jacob. He thought for a while while he stared into his son's eyes, then said, "Alright. Show me the first episode, and we can work our way up from there."
You might be thinking, 'well that was an easy descision on Mac's part. Ahaw. This story jumps to comlusions and has no real filling. Ahaw.' But put those suspiscions to rest, because this actually was an easy descision. He didn't know why, but there was something illustrious and alluring about the show to Mac.
Anyway, Jacob did show his dad the first episode of season one, and the next, and the next, until Mac decided he needed some sleep, halfway through 'Party of One'. He didn't want to leave the show as it was, but he did need some sleep. SO, considering that the next day, when Jacob is at school, his wife is at work, and Mac had the day off, he decided to watch the rest of season one and season two.
He was obsessed. He wrote Fanfiction on FIMfiction.net, he drew and painted on deviantart.com, and he even created custom shirts and hats online! Yet, throughout all of it, nobody in his family (besides Jacob, of course) knew. He liked it that way. But after he had had his fill of the work that comes with being a brony, he retired into just reading endless fics and endless EQD posts. He had found the goldmine to life.