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Twilight Sparkle has learned many lessons about Friendship in Ponyville. On this beautiful spring day, she learns a very special lesson that she never anticipated.

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Inspiration Credit: Spring and fragaria ananassa
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First comment for the author:

Friendship is Strawberries placed seventh in the True Colors writeoff, placing just beneath six very good stories that I encourage you to read, and GapJaxie's Familiar, which just blew me away.

This idea came from a story that has been floating around in the back of my head for years, and is based in my farm upbringing. In spring, my family always used to go to the one pond that had wild strawberries growing all around it (and how they spread there is a mystery) to snarf down as many of the tasty little bits of sugar as we could find. Wild strawberries are far sweeter and tastier than the ones you grow at home, and way better than whatever you find in the stores. Some of that is the outside environment, I suppose. Some of that is who you are with.

There’s a lot of internal depth in the first few seasons, because there are stories you can write in that time frame that don’t make sense later. Twilight is growing into her position and learning all about the town and her new friends. The winter turtle… um… I mean tortoise episode is a good example. The first time something happens is special. The second or third, not so much.

That’s why I wanted to write this as a slice of life episode. No great conflicts, no giant villains. Just strawberries and ice cream. Yum. But there is a Dark Tragedy off-camera. The next day, Rarity finds the strawberry stains do not wash out! Oh, the agony!

By the way, did you notice where I put Trixie?

This is too wholesome for me.

Wild strawberries ARE the best, although wild plums come a close second :)


Well then, if a story of this calibre was seventh best I had better go hunting the others immediately!

Great to see the product of your labours hitting the interwebs again, Georg... I have been missing your quality storytelling.

Wagon = Trixie?

Sweet as wild strawberries. Thank you for it. :twilightsmile:

(And somewhere in Ponyville, a certain pegasus fumes at never being able to capture the magic of the wild specimens.)

What's there to report?

For me, wild blackberries are always far better than domesticated.

Simply delightful and deliciously sweet! Thank for sharing.

The story was pretty good, too!


I agree, I love this time of year, there's always so much tasty (and free) fruit, berries and nuts available, straight out of the hedgerow.

But are strawberries friendship?

Comment posted by Raccoon Writer deleted Sep 29th, 2017

This is the most slice of life, wholesome thing ever.

i remember a decent patch of wild strawberries next to my school i would always eat them during recess and the teachers would always yell at me because they might of had pesticides on them i always went back for more though :D

A delightful little romp! Thanks


Now I gotta play "Where's Trixie!" Damn you! :rainbowlaugh:

That said... damn you, you made me cry. This was beautiful. :pinkiesad2:

This reads like a pre-S3 episode almost, and I really like that. I knew I'd like it from the minute I saw that huge strawberry on the cover art.

Wild strawberries are pretty great. Whenever I go hiking in the mountains, I always try to look for them. :twilightsmile:

I can only assume that Trixie was the first one through the fields munching up all the best strawberries and stuffing some in her wagon.

This is another episode-quality story. Thanks, Estee Georg!

Edit: This is what I get when I have two favorite authors open at the same time.

You're a real sweetheart, you know that Georg? This is the least unnecessary story I've read in a good long while. It was gentle and soft and squishy.

A warm and loving story.

It occurs to me how odd it is that I haven't read many stories that have this sort of beautiful bond between the mane six, and in the ones that do, it's usually because five of them are dead and the other one is remembering them. In most of the mushy friendship fics I've read, it's about two or three, not all six.

Good stuff. :heart:

8456900 No, that's the Warhammer fic, Friendship is Heresy.
8456704 I've found it much more preferable to express your love and admiration for somebody while they still have a pulse. :pinkiehappy:
8456658 That one's over-ripe if it's squishy. Better pick another. And another. And another.
8456414 Gadzooks, my disguise is foiled. I must inform Estee so she knows about it too.
8456271 8456095 A vicious lie! The Great and Powerful Trixie would never park her wagon at the top of Strawberry hill and gorge herself on the plump, delicious berries for the entire day before the season opened, and sneak away in the night with several pails of them for later. Every year. Since two years ago. Ever!
8456197 You're in Kansas City. The closest mountains are a state and a half away. Or the Ozarks, if *small* mountains count.
8456051 They just wanted the strawberries for themselves after school.
8456030 With ice cream, yes.
8455855 We got four (4) blackberries off my mother's garden this year before summer roasted them to small flecks of brown. And about 20 raspberries.
8455803 Ah, but hers are available year-round out of the greenhouse, so she gets the seasonal yummy ones and the year-round ok ones. And even the ok ones are pretty darned good.
8455769 Well, for the next seven days you get to enjoy a fresh chapter every morning.
8455748 I've never been able to find a ripe wild plum before the critters eat 'em.
8455733 Wait until I post Her Royal Morning Coffee. That should be unwholesome enough for you.

That's not a bad thing! I meant in a more facetious '2wholesome4me' way but just bothered to type it out correctly.

I know, it's such a crime.

I apologize. Maybe.


I go to Colorado once a year.

8456968 Well, wholesome is neat, but if I wrote pure G rated stuff all the time, I would not be learning and growing as a writer. Therefore I have a spectrum of stories, from naughty ones like Changelings, Love and Lollipops to emotionally lifting G rated stories like Drifting Down the Lazy River, to heart-rending stories with explosions and deaths like The Monster in the Twilight. Oh, and Christian stories like Thou Shalt Not Eat Of The Tree and wacky prankster princess stories like Twilight Sparkle Lays an Egg, just to push the envelope.

I don't think anything particularly wholesome can come from someone who flaunts a Sombra avatar.

But story diversity is always great, so keep at it, yo!

This... It's perfect. I don't know how to explain it anyway else. It feels so wholesome. So pure. Pure happiness. It perfectly describes every emotion, every action, that you can't help but feel their joy yourself. I think this is the #1 short story I've ever read, and this is the perfect way to describe it: :twilightsmile:

Why... Why would anyone downvote this? You heartless monsters :applecry:

I greatly question this dogma.

This certainly was a nice, wholesomely sweet fic.

...unless you are one of these chaps. Then it becomes downright gruesomely grimdark.

In all seriousness though this was a thoroughly enjoyable piece of lightness after a long, grinding day on the production floor and loading dock.

This was completely adorbatic. :twilightsmile:

What a delicious slice of life. :pinkiesmile:

“Well, don’t that beat all. There’s wagon tracks here.” Applejack stepped over a pair of shallow ruts with a scowl and continued walking. “Always some city slicker shows up to clean off a patch of the early strawberries and don’t even leave none for the princess.”

don’t even leave none for the princess.”

Oh. That is clever.

That was a wonderful and splendid story you wrote here, sir. Well done!

I need one of those days, just to unwind.

Also I think this belongs here.

I liked that song. Thanks for sharing.

For my family, it was wild blueberries. Supermarket blueberries are inedible after growing up with the flavor of wild blueberries.

Wow, I don't know what to say- Its awesome; wish it were an MLP episode!

No problem, I love to spread the word.

I've never found any wild strawberries growing locally, but I get by with the ones I planted a few years ago. They're tough little plants, and they keep spreading, but the quail and rabbits usually get to the berries before I do. Not a problem... They poop in my garden and keep it fertile. It all works out.

A very sweet bit of slice-of-life! I'm not surprised that it has roots in some personal memories... it carried through that feeling of warm nostalgia and reminded me of similar times in the countryside.

I had a strawberry patch in the garden behind my house when I was a kid. They’re my favorite fruit and I remember going out to the fields just outside of town where you could pay a small fee and collect as many as you could fit in your bucket. This story brings back some good memories. Thanks. :twilightsmile:

Because you have good taste, and are not a member of Uncultured Swineous family.


Happy Vernal Equinox.

Such a sweet story :twilightsmile: glad i read this right before sleeping, it made me feel so at ease :raritystarry:

We need more of this pure wholesomeness.

Cute, charming, and lighthearted. A lovely little slice-of-life story detailing the leisurely outing of a group of friends. This was nice. Thank you for sharing. :twilightsmile:

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