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// Chapter 1: Insultment 
// Story: Braeburn IS NOT Gay 
// by Erik189 
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Braeburn woke up that morning feeling better than ever and he was looking forward to a nice day in Ponyville. He got out of bed and had a quick breakfast consisting of pancakes and 2 apples, then walked outside and look at the sun rising up.
"Oh golly! What a beeeeautiful day it is!" Braeburn said getting his vest and cowboy hat, he got dressed quickly and ran off to the market to do some trading. He went up to Applejack's stand with a bag of coins ready to purchase some fine goods. "Well hey there, Braeburn!" Applejack said grabbing him around the neck and giving him a friendly nuggy on the head, "Hey be careful, you might make Fruity there cry!" a pony said laughing as he walked out of the market headed home. "Huh? Why would he call ya fruity, Brae?" Braeburn was confused aswell, no pony had ever called him fruity in his life. "I don't know, but that there pony has a lot of nerve" Braeburn said with a mean look on his face.

After a lot more insults, Braeburn got tired of being in public and being insulted, so he headed home with less amount of goods than he expected. "Good riddance, no pony nowadays has any manners in public, when I was their age I would have gotten the tar beaten outta me for that"  Brae sucked it up and went home, and unloaded a bit took his vest off along with the hat, and sat down on his couch. "Well i'm sure it was just some rude teenagers that said those things, Celestia be with them if I get my hooves on them" After an hour or 2 Braeburn fell asleep on his couch having some delightful dreams. "Apples.....Juice, apple cider...." He whispered in his sleep, but was alarmed and woken up by a huge crash noise against his window, he looked at his shattered window and A brick with a note on it saying, "Visit my place tommorow night, from Anonymous" Braeburn read the note carefully and was a bit shocked and confused at the same time.

[Tommorow, 22nd of may] Braeburn had not even bothered to get up, nor make any effort to think about getting up, he just lied in his bed waiting for that night to come to see who that person was, the address was 345 26th Flower Street, that street had normally been abandon or not many ponies living there, so it wasn't strange for people meeting there mostly about gang rumbles and mafia plans. 5 hours past and Braeburn had fell asleep again, the alarm clock went off and it was time for whoever he was meeting. He went out a dirt path that went down to there, only he knew about it, and it was best because no pony would call him "Cock-eyed" or "Faggot" and "Butt pirate" at all. When he arrived at his destination that place was-as usual-Abandon. No sign of a pony there, "Maybe I should just live here, no exetremely rude ponies around. He knocked on the door of the house he was suppose to visit, but it was opened already for him. He walked around the house to find someone and found someone who looked rather sad. It was a mare, she a light purple coat, a beautiful mane and tail that were chocolate brown and buttermilk white stripes. She had a pair of reading glasses on,  a cutie mark that was a paintbrush. Braeburn walked in and saw her sitting in the kitchen, "Umm, hello?" Braeburn said and she turned her head and looked at him, observing his marvelous mane and tail (Or it least was to her) "G-Good, you're just in time, please sit down, the we'll talk.