//------------------------------// // 33. Foalsitting // Story: Kill Me Now // by Golden Script //------------------------------// I fell asleep that night with a troubled mind, that’s probably why I had that dream. No matter, it was just a dream, but still. The next morning I went downstairs to find Fedorian making breakfast for sweetie bell. “Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?” “I had a great night, sis, Fedorian told me the story of little red riding hood.” “Wasn’t that nice of him.” Fedorian leaned in next to my ear and whispered so sweetie bell couldn’t hear “I left out the part where the wolf eats everyone.” “Thanks.” I whispered back. “Now, breakfast is served.” Fedorian lifted three small jars from under the counter, they were filled to the brim with a dark green liquid “I call it the green monster “That looks icky!” sweetie bell cried. “Now sweetie, don’t knock it ‘til you try it, as my father always said.” Fedorian said with a grin “you never know, you might like it.” “Fine,” she took one spoonful and stuck it in her mouth “mmmm, this is actually pretty good.” And she started eating more. “I'm glad you like it. Now eat fast, but not too fast, we have lots of stuff to do today.” He started eating his own jar of ‘the monster’ and I decided to try it myself. I tasted some banana, then it gave way to spinach, and then I tasted some milk, now normally these wouldn’t really work well together, but I actually didn’t mind, it was pretty good. “Done!” sweetie bell had eaten her entire jar and practically licked the bottom clean; I wonder how she did that. “Do you want mine?” Fedorian offered his jar to sweetie. “Would I?” she cried in excitement, took it from him and emptied it into her mouth. “I didn’t know you were that good in the kitchen.” “Well, I was taught a few things by my parents, a few recipes here and there from friends, and cookbooks are of large abundance in my old home. It’s one of the perks of living alone, you get to choose what you eat every day, and if you don’t like it, you try again.” “Done!” sweetie had just emptied her second jar. “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah!” she jumped out of her chair and onto his back, again he didn’t even flinch. They left and I started back on my work. ----- Fedorian and I went to many fun places, the first being the park to play tag, when we were there we met scootaloo, she was trying to fly again; she would jump from a tree and use her wings to try to at least glide to the ground, failing every time. She would land on her stomach, then her back, then her rear, every time getting right back up. Fedorian saw this and when she was about to jump again he ran and caught her right before she hit the ground. “What was that for? I was gonna get it that time.” “Yeah, a mouth full of dirt.” He was right; she was heading towards the ground face first. “Maybe, but I would get it eventually!” “Not like that.” Her head slumped in defeat. “Then how do you suppose I go about it?” “Well, firstly, open your wings all the way.” She obeyed “I see, do you do this when flying?” “Of course, I'm not an idiot.” “I see your problem, try taking off.” She got into a runners stance “no, take off, not run.” “How do you expect me to do that?” Fedorian looked around; he spotted what he was looking for. “ma’am, would you mind doing a small favor for me?” he asked a Pegasus that was walking by. “Sure, what is it?” she seemed friendly. “Can you hover just a few feet off the ground, I'm teaching this filly how to fly.” “Sure,” She flapped her wings gracefully and floated 2 feet off the ground, then landed again “how was that?” “Perfect, do you see, it doesn’t take brute force or speed to lift into the air,” he told scootaloo “it takes skill, now you try like she did.” Scootaloo tried exactly what the mare had done; she lifted off her hooves, noticed, then fell back to earth. “I did it. I actually flew! Woohoooo!” she started jumping around. “Good, you can leave now, thank you for your help.” He said to the mare. “No problem.” And she left. “Now we start working on strength, do a pushup.” “Ok.” Scootaloo fell to the ground and pushed up with her hooves. “Not like that, with your wings.” “Oh.” She put her wings on the ground and removed her hooves, she immediately started to sweat. “Now down,” she lowered herself “and up.” She collapsed in a gasping heap. “Now there is another issue, your wings don’t have the proper strength to fly; you need to work on that.” “Ok.” And she tried again. “Bye now.” Fedorian said while waving and we left. I and Fedorian went further into the park to find a group of fillies and colts willing to play tag. We found a small group and just played for the next little while, and then we started to wander again. We found a small band and listened to them for an hour or so, then left to go back home. ----- When they got back it was around 6:30, they were starving, and I was making dinner tonight. Sweetie bell says I always make great food, and that she doesn’t know why I don’t make food every night. I think she’s just being nice. “You guys are home late, what did you do today?” “We played tag, then we played hide-and-go-seek, then we played catch, I always caught it, but Fed had some trouble.” “Fed?” “Yeah, Fedorian.” “Oh, so, you had a lot of fun. That’s good; she wasn’t too much trouble, was she?” “Oh, no, Sweets here wasn’t any trouble at all.” Fedorian was obviously great with kids. “That’s good, so you wouldn’t mind foal-sitting tomorrow, too?” “Hey! I'm not a foal!” we ignored her. “I would love to.” he ruffled the filly’s mane, she ducked away. “That’s great, now, dinner is served.”