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// Green 
// Story: Little Beam of Light 
// by OneSingleClick 
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It was 2 weeks after I took the light into my house for shelter. 
It didn't move, it didn't speak, it just sat there.
But I felt deep inside that it was alive. 

I started talking to it as if it was alive, It wouldn't matter if anypony caught me, they already have one-hundred ways to pick at my skin, what difference would it make if it became one hundred and one? 

It comforted me without having to say anything,
something about it made me feel better about everything. 

Everything was the same, except I was happier, thanks to the light, of course.

Until one day, when we got the call from the vet. 


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"We're sorry Mr. Hooves." Said the veterinarian threw the phone. 

He hung up the phone, furiously. 

"Honey," He said to my mother, in an unpleasant,  frustrated way. 

"Do you realize how much they except us to pay for this so-called surgery that will 'Cure' Dinky?" 

"It can't be that bad.." I thought to myself, silently waiting for the answer. 


"Four Thousand bits." 

My mother's jaw dropped. 

"He's just a dog, we can't spend all of our money just on a dog." My mother protested in a snobby voice, standing up from her chair where she was eating breakfast. "Decline the offer." 

"But mo-" 

"No buts missy." My mother said, interrupting me.

"Can I have a choice in this too?" I said, trying my best to stand up for myself, and stand up without knocking over the table. 

"Derpette Susan Hooves," My father began, I could tell this was only going to end up with me being trapped in one of his signature rants, again. 

"This is *our* money, now yours. He's just a dog, you will get over it within a week." 


"But dad!" 


"No Buts." 

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I sat in my room, sobbing. 
I didn't want to loose Dinky, but it didn't seem that mom and dad are willing to pay for the surgery unless they get something out of it.
Dinky nudged at the toy chest beside my bed, I imminently knew what he was hinting at.
I opened the toy chest, revealing the Little Beam of Light. 

"Beautiful.."

After I had taken it out, and set it on my bed, it began to glow, covering up my vision, then it started too change colors once again.
This time to a beautiful shade of Green. It reminded me of Lyra W. Heartstrings, who was my one and only friend back in Kindergarten. I haven't heard from her since I was 7, but the thought of all the fun times we had together made me smile. 

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