Once, there was a Fluttertree.
And she loved her five best friends.
They were all kind ponies who all loved her too.
Every day her friends would come to play with her.
The White Unicorn would gather her leaves with magic
and turn them into crowns of beautiful pink leaves for each of them to wear
The Pink Pony would climb her trunk and swing from her branches
And make them smile.
The Orange Pony would gather apples from her
For them to eat.
The Cyan Pegasus would fly high in the air and show her new tricks she learned
And amaze her.
The Lavender Unicorn would read to her
And say that she was happy they could all play with her.
When Her friends came she was happy.
When they played with her she laughed.
When they were tired from playing they'd rest in her shade.
Every day she always looked forward
To seeing her friends again.
But as time went by,
Her friends didn't come by anymore.
She would feel alone.
Then one day, The White Unicorn came to the Fluttertree and the Fluttertree said.
"Come. Come and eat my apples, and swing from my branches,and rest in my shade.
Come and play with me!"
"I am too busy to play with you now," said the White Unicorn. "I want to go out to new places and meet new ponies. I want to travel and be acknowledged for my work.
"Can you help me travel?"
"I'm sorry," said the Fluttertree, "But I can't help you travel. I am rooted to the ground. But I have an idea. I have leaves. Gather my leaves, and make a beautiful dress, and sell it. Then you will be acknowledged and be able to travel far, and you will be happy."
So The White Unicorn gathered the Fluttertree's leaves with her magic and went away.
And the Fluttertree was happy...
But her friends still hadn't come by to play with her...And she became sad.
Then one day, The Orange Pony came to the Fluttertree and the Fluttertree said.
"Come. Come and rest in my shade, and swing from my branches and show me new tricks.
Come play with me!"
"I am too busy to play with you now," said The Orange Pony. "My apples at my orchards have become spoiled, And I cannot sell them to make bits for my family. I need bits."
"Can you give me some bits?"
"I'm sorry," said the Fluttertree. "But, I have no bits to give you. But I have an idea. I have apples. Gather my apples and sell them in town. Then you will earn bits for your family, and you will be happy."
And so The Orange Pony harvested her apples and carried them away to sell them.
And the Fluttertree was happy.
It became an even longer time since her friends had come to play with her...And The Fluttertree was sad.
But then one day, The Cyan Pegasus came back, and The Fluttertree rustled with joy, and she said.
"Come! Come and eat my apples, and rest in my shade, and read to me.
Come play with me!"
"I am too busy to play with you now," said The Cyan Pegasus. "I have won many awards for performing my tricks, And I must find someplace to safely put them, I need a case."
"Can you give me a case?"
"I'm sorry," said The Fluttertree, "I have no case to give you. But I have an idea. I have branches. Collect my branches, And make them into a safe place for your awards. Then you will have a case, and you will be happy."
And so The Cyan Pegasus collected the branches from The Fluttertree, and flew away with them to make a case.
And the Fluttertree was happy...
Time went on for much longer than the last time one of her friends came to visit her and play with her.
And then, The Pink Pony came to the Fluttertree. She was so happy she could have wept like a willow.
"Come," She cooed. "Come and play with me."
"I can't play with you, I am too busy," said The Pink Pony. "I want a home. One I may call my own, and will keep me warm."
"I want to have a family, But I need my own home. Can you give me a home?"
"I-I'm sorry," said the Fluttertree. "The field is my home. I have no home to give you...But I have an idea. My trunk."
"Cut down my trunk, and build a home from it," said the Fluttertree. "Then you will have your own home...and you will be happy..."
And so The Pink Pony cut down her trunk, and took it away, leaving her alone again, as she has began to get used to being. Lonely.
And the Fluttertree was happy...
Well she could only hope she was.
She had not remembered the last time one of her friends had come to play with her like before, So long ago.
And after a long time, The Lavender Unicorn came to the Fluttertree.
"I-I...I'm Sorry," the Fluttertree whispered. "But I have nothing to give you- Our friends have harvested my apples to sell in town to earn bits for their family."
"It's okay. I'm not hungry for apples," said The Lavender Unicorn.
"My leaves are gone- Our friends have gathered them to make a dress, to sell and be acknowledged, and to be able to travel abroad," the Fluttertree cooed.
"It's okay. I don't need the shade," The Lavender Unicorn said.
"My branches are gone. Our friends have taken them to create a safe place for their awards they earned with their amazing tricks," the Fluttertree spoke softly.
"It's okay. I didn't want to swing on the branches," The Lavender Unicorn responded.
"My trunk is gone now. Our friends have taken it to create a home to call their own and keep them warm, and for their family they want to have," the Fluttertree said.
"It is okay. I was never that good at climbing anyways," The Lavender Unicorn giggled.
"I'm very sorry," the Fluttertree sighed. "I wish I had something left to give to you, One of my friends, But I have nothing...I'm only a stump now. I'm sorry."
"I have been carrying around these books on my back for a while," said The Lavender Unicorn. "I only need a nice spot to rest my hooves, and set my books down for a while. Maybe read some while I relax."
"Well...I have an idea," said the Fluttertree, picking herself up in mood as much as she could. "A stump is the perfect place to rest up from a long day of carrying books. Come. Come and sit...sit down and rest your hooves. Read to me if you'd like, like you used to, so long ago."
And The Lavender Unicorn did just that.
And the Fluttertree was happy again, She was not lonely anymore.
The End