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// Epilogue 
// Story: A Night at The Golden Mug 
// by Fanboy 
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Epilogue

Out in the middle of the Sweet Apple Acres apple orchard, a silvery pole rose from the ground. It looked like a two feet high apple tree, complete with roots and bark. And its top was shaped like a tree top with a ruby cut like an apple set in its center.

Aunt and uncle Orange had said back then that buying this monimentum was the least they could have done for his parents after what had happened. To Big Macintosh it looked rather pompous and out of place. He was certain his parents would have wanted something more simple. But without his aunt and uncle’s help they couldn’t have afforded one at all, so he was still grateful to them.

At least it gave him some place to go to. Somewhere he could be with his parents from time to time. Every once in a while he would come here and bring the best apples of the day’s harvest and a bottle of cider with him. Just like tonight, he would place it at the bottom of the monimentum.

And like every time he told his mom and dad how well things were going on the farm. That they shouldn’t worry about their daughters, because they were doing so amazingly great. He told them that he missed them still with all his heart. And he asked them why his sisters were able to move on while he still had to endure this empty pain deep inside him. Why he wasn’t able to live by his own advice he had given to Applejack. Why he had to depend on his little sister, who he should have been there for all those years. He begged them for forgiveness because he couldn’t live up to the awesome pony his father had been. And finally, his vision blurred from tears and through heavy sobs, he asked:

“Why am I so weak?”