//------------------------------// // My Little Statue // Story: The Secret Diary of an Equestrian Rich Pony: Diamond Tiara edition // by discord7 //------------------------------// "Wow," I said, "so she was your marefriend?" "Ya, she was." Chisel sighed, "She was the only pony I eva loved." Diamond Tiara felt heartbroken, "Well how come you never went back to see her?" "I still don't have enough money, after this job fer ya dad is done I do..." he trailed off. "Wait, so... you mean after this I'm never going to see you ever again?" I asked. "That's right kid, and before I go I wanna leave somethin' behind, you can continue on makin' these statues alright kid?" He said looking at me proudly. "But why me?" I asked him. "Kid you got a lot of potential keep practicin' until I leave, and I'll keep teachin' ya. Before I leave I'll give ya one more present, that way you can keep doin' metal work all ya want? K?" He smiled at me. I smiled back and ran back to my room, when I got there I threw off my robe and raced to my bed but before I did something caught my eye. My mirror, I gazed into it I thought I saw a really big smudge but as usual it was clean. I turned to go but it caught my eye again, I looked back and there it was my cutie mark. I squealed with excitement, it was a diamond tiara, just like the one I was wearing. I must not have noticed because I was dirty last time but now I saw it was beautiful. My special talent was making tiaras; well at least that's what everypony would think it was. For me every time I look at it I would think of the pony that helped me earn it. Chisel the best friend I would ever meet. But then I thought about it, daddy said the job would be done in three months. Then in three months I would never get to see Chisel again. I got sad thinking about it, what would it be like, not having a real friend to talk to, somepony who could tell me stories of their life. Then again, it wasn't fair of her to ask Chisel to stay; after all he did have that mare to marry in Trottingham. I only wished I could be a part of that life too. The weeks passed quickly, and so did the lessons, but Chisel said I could practice anytime I wanted. So far I had worked with wiring, forging and casting. Chisel said this would be my last lesson, after this I could make my very own statue. Speaking of which my fathers was ahead of schedule, I didn't want it to be but I did feel happy for Chisel. I walked into the shed and was greeted by the usual Chisel working in a furnace. "Hey Chisel." I called. "Hey kid, how ya been?" He replied without turning around. "Great," I said gleefully, "so what's my last lesson?" I inquired. He turned around with a big metal stick and an orange gloopy, glowing blob at the end of it. "This." He told me placing it on a burned steel platform. "Whoa," I said gazing at the orange mess; I was confused, "What is it?" I asked "Glass!" He replied placing big oven mitts on my hooves, "red hot, molten glass. Now the foist thing ya gotta rememba is that glass is REEAAALLY fragile if it gets to cool and you try to shape it it'll shatter or crack" He explained. "Ok, so what do I do to keep it from breaking?" I asked him. "Good question, just grab these," He said picking up a pair of metal tongs, "and put it back into the furnace." "OK." I told him "So what kind of tools are we using today?" I asked, eager to get started. He placed a small curved knife in front of me. "That's all ya need kid, that and the two gloves." I looked at him puzzled then smiled; I had questioned him only once before on his choice of tools, Chisel knew what he was talking about though. I looked around the room for inspiration, when my eyes came to rest on the sapphire and gold statuette of Fluier. I knew what I would make. I began to carve but only a few minutes in I had to put it in the furnace, the scraping was getting rough and I didn't want to break the glass. When I did I realized Chisel was gone, must have gone out for breakfast again. As the glass heated up I wondered where he went I had never seen him at any of the cafes or at Sugar Cube Corner. Oh well, I had some more work to do before he came back if he was gone I wanted it to be a surprise. I wiped my forehead and got back to work on the structure I had mapped out in my head. Chisel returned a few hours later, and again Diamond Tiara had a veil over her creation. "Ok kid takes the sheet off; let's see what ya got for me." Chisel told her. I shook my head, "You do it this time Chisel." I replied. And he chuckled and went with it that was until he lifted the veil. He gazed at what I had done in awe, his statue stood on a glass platform and surrounding it was a big glass heart with Fluier's name in cursive. It was almost as stunning as the statue of Fluier herself. "What do you think?" I asked. "Kid... this is amazing. All this time I knew something was missing from the statue, you finished it." He looked on the verge of tears. "Thanks kid, now you’re ready to make your own statue next time." That's when I heard the one thing that could turn this entire thing crashing to the ground. "CHISEEEEELLLL" It was my father, he sounded really mad. "Uh-oh kid use the back door gets outta here." He said, I ran to the back door and barely made it out. I could still here my father through the thin wooden door. "CHISEL!!! What in the world is that?" He yelled. "Oh uh, nothin' sir just a hobby I have." Chisel stammered. "Well enough with the hobbies have you see my statue? “My father yelled. "Yes sir, my men and I have been woykin on it every day." He told him. "Well then maybe you can explain why my chin is so HUGE!?" He was screaming now. "Look the statue is almost done if you want me to fix it after-" Chisel was interrupted. "Fix!" My father yelled, "After, oooh I'm afraid Chisel there will not be a finish to your little project, you leave now your fired. I'm going to have a new set of people working first thing tomorrow, and they are tearing that THING down." "FINE!" Chisel yelled. "When do I get my money?" My father laughed I felt my heart sink, he was firing Chisel early, "money oh you want money for what you did, oh" he laughed again "I am not paying you for that." He told Chisel. I could feel the anger and hurt resonating from Chisel. My father left, I walked back in, I looked at Chisel sitting staring at his statue of Fluier. "I'm sorry," he said to the statue, "It won't happen this time," He started to sob; I'd never seen him like this. I had to do something, tonight before Chisel left he would have his money... and more, he would be reunited with his bride by morning.