//------------------------------// // Be Positive // Story: A Very Happy and Sunny Life // by Wearin Hat //------------------------------// I’m gonna try and do something different this time around. Normally I’m pretty negative in my entries into you. That is something I’m gonna try and change. Emphasis on try. Alright, where to start? Uh, well, um, I didn’t die during my shift, so there’s that. Yay! See Booky? I’m doing great so far! I mean yeah, I didn’t find anything to sell or keep, but I still made it back home, which, considering life’s hard on for being hard on -hehe, I wrote hard on, twice- me, makes that pretty positive. Hm, what else, what else? I can’t tell you about the stick, cause that’d be negative and I don’t want to trip over my own stupid rule. If I tell you about the owl you’ll start asking questions, none of which I’ll answer. Potatoes suck, so I can’t talk about that. Uh, oh, wait, I’ve got one! When I was doing my stuff over by the place, I managed to find a house in which the occupant was not yet asleep. And whom was that occupant, you would ask if you had a mouth? Well, my stalwart ally, it was none other than Blossom Cheerilee and she. Was. NAKED! I mean, yeah, we all kinda are already naked, but shut up, I’m the one telling this story. Not only was the owner of those flanks naked, she was soaking wet. Notch. Anysay, it was almost like it was meant to be. There she was, just out of the shower, soaking wet, no towel to be seen. There I was, just outside her window, slightly damp -don’t ask-, no towel to be seen. She didn’t know I was there. Hay, she even looked like she was hoping somepony would be there. And on this most magical of daynights, I was there. Long story short, I hit my head on the side of her house causing a flower pot to fall and hit my head causing me to stumble and trip over a stick and hit my head on a rock. Cause, y’know, life. She offered me a chance to go into her house and have her look at what very well could’ve been -and was - a booboo. I declined her offer, despite the fact that I’d gladly pay her money to take my virginity -you’d figure there’d be a business taking advantage of the ponies willing to do that- and told her that I was busy hunting treasure. On an unrelated note, you and I should really go treasure hunting some day. I’m kinda feeling the nick of adventure and the urge to escape my cage. So that’s all there is to that positive moment. I got masturbation fodder. Hooray. Oooh, I’ve got another one! Alright, so I was doing my stuff at the place with my things when I made my way over to the Nerd’s place. It was there that I saw a flaming bird. I’m not lying. A bird that was on fire. How great is nature? I’m not the only one who suffers from it! Hooray! The whole experience was kinda dulled by this lame owl that has the constitution of a royal guard, but still, fire bird! And then I ran into a potato, which sucked -as potatoes are wont to do-, but then I stepped on it! That was very fulfilling when I did it! I mean, yeah, I had to clean that up, but still, I crushed a potato! Notch. Um, let me see. What else, what else…hm…oh! I’ve got another one! So, there I was, lurking -as I’m wont to do- outside some stranger’s house -Octavia- and I hear some very familiar sounds coming from within. Being the nosey-posey that I am, I got as close as I could get and found myself a little gem of a thing; somepony lied to the press! Yep, Octavia, the suspiciously-conveniently-turned lesbian, was being plowed proper by some dapper young fellow. I can’t say I recognized him, but he had a not-quite delightful beige tint to his coat and his mane was kind of a pale blond. Hm, seems kinda familiar now that I think about it, but that’s not the important thing to take out of this. Octavia is not, despite her fraudulent claims, a lesbian! Notch. This bring me to the final bit of positively positive stuff that occurred to me on this most current of daynights. Now, for the sake of time frame, this one happened about two hours after that sexy revelation and, as such, my hot, young body was cooled off and was back to neutral. Also, it was ready for a fight, but that’s not what happened. No, what happened was actually kind of…um, positive? I don’t know, but it felt good. I was doing my stuff with the things at the place with the Carty when I came upon the hospital. Now, to my own credit, I had no itching to spend any time there beyond a possible physical confrontation with a certain doctor and had it not been for a spider I would’ve been home much earlier. When the spider came out of nowhere and dropped onto my head, I reacted as any civilized Equestrian would and ripped it in half. It was about that time I realized that it wasn’t a real spider and was actually a plush spider. That realization did not stop me from tearing the two halves in half. I was about to become frustrated when I noticed that there was a tiny little note attached to one of the remains of the spider. Here, I can’t do it justice. Dear Mr. Bob, Thank you. Love, V It was about that time I heard the tiniest gasp I’ve ever heard. There, two stories up and only the top of her head being visible, was V. And no, I don’t think she intended to hit me with the spider, which I guess means that she gets away with it. How do I describe what I felt at seeing her? Was it joy? Was it relief? Yes. Yes to both. I sat there for close to three hours just looking up at her window. She only stuck around for about an hour, but I was afraid that if I left I’d wake up. I’m not mad she didn’t stay longer. She’s just a little filly with broken legs, she needs rest and I forgive her for that, so long as she gives me that wheelchair she was in. That right there made the daynight worth it. Even though I hit my head, even though I hit my head again, even though I hit my head three times in a row, even though Octavia fucked somepony that seems awfully familiar, and even though I found nothing of monetary value, I got to see V. Notch.