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// Finding Work 
// Story: Derpy's Brother. 
// by prototype-pon3 
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Finding work, that was easy, with Big Mac having almost owning Sweet Apple Acres, He almost hired me instantly, but he did have to consult his grandmother, granny Smith is what we called her, after about 10 minutes of trying to convince granny Smith she finally said "yes".  

I started work the very next day, it was hard but after awhile I got used to it. Day after day went by, Derpy was growing up, and she had some how convinced herself I was her father, regardless of my age, but i wasn't about to tell her what had happen to our REAL parents. That's a secret I will take to the grave, which I found out was closer then what I had thought,.. 

3 years had passed, I finally had enough bit's to buy a house, I had moved everything while derpy was at the farm, as  I was about to finish putting the final box away, I heard something. That something being the screaming of a mare, being a make shift father figure instinct took over and I ran outside, what I saw almost made me sick, it was a yellow mare with what seemed to be butterflies as a cutie mark. She was being surround by timber wolves, I ran as fast as I could over to her, " HEY, DON'T JUST STAND THERE, RUN!" she stood there frozen in fear. 

Not being the helpless colt I used to be I did the only thing I new how to do, I charged the timber wolves full speed breaking through one of them. But there were several of them, but luckily I had gotten they're attention, "GET OUT OF HERE"  I yelled at the mare, back in the real world she started running, she was pretty fast, I looked back at the other timber wolves, and as if they recognized me they stood there for what seemed like hours just looking at me, Mouths wide open with what looked like dried blood on there teeth, 

I stood my ground and that's when something I never thought was possible happened, one of them spoke. "Your that colt that stood aside while we tore apart your parents." My blood ran cold through my veins, my heart was pounding it was like I was going to have a heart attack, but he spoke again, "I wounder if you taste as good as them." Rage over flowing, and sadness crippling my heart, I had stood there waiting to see what was next, sure enough they charged, I got ready for anything, That's when the yellow mare came back, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I SAID RUN" the mare looked at me, then she too spoke with the softest voice I have ever heard, "stop yelling at me", the timber wolves turned there attention to the mare I stood there frozen and in awe at the bravery of this mare.