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"Burninating the countryside... burninating the peasants... burninating all the peoples... and their thatched-roof COTTAGES! THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!! And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIGHT!!!"

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The morning after Bright Mac and Pear Butter’s wedding, Granny Smith sits alone in a cafe, trying to process everything that's changed.

When Mayor Mare comes looking to talk with her, Granny isn't sure if she's quite ready to face her old friend.


A draft of this story appeared as a finalist in the July 2017 Writeoff, "TBD" (sic). Featured on FimFiction 10Mar.2018-12Mar.2018 :heart:

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Comments ( 15 )

A nice moment of a pre-grandmother Granny getting her hooves under her. Not much else to say.

This was well-done. Simple and yet satisfying too.

Short and sweet, just like my own grannies. Well done.

There were some very nice feels, there. Always nice to see an after-the-fact on some of these episodes since there’s such a wealth of character building to be done when these huge events happen.

I hadn't considered. The episode did put them in the vicinity of the same age. Question is, did Mayor Mare age like wine, or did Granny Smith just age like milk?

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Office work vs farm work perhaps?

This was so wholesome.

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Question is, did Mayor Mare age like wine, or did Granny Smith just age like milk?

Mayor Mare is actually one of those undead litch species that naturally gravitates to civil service positions: a bureaumancer.
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.... I believe that.

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Well, in Winter Wrap-Up Twilight said they didn't use magic since the town was founded to clear out the season for HUNDREDS of years, and in Family Appreciation Day we learn the Apples were one of the Founding Families of the town. So she's looking damn good for having a couple centuries under her belt in the flashbacks about Bright and Pear. Maybe the years just all caught up with her at once.

I don't like coffee. Piping hot bean juice never appealed. That said, I did enjoy your story. It was simple and dealt with a rather sudden change nicely. I don't put much stock in the ponies ability to tell time though. We have princesses who have everything set at a thousand years among other things. It's like "When was this tea made? It feels cold." Then Princess Celestia is all, "One thousand years ago..."

Cute, and short, and sweet enough to be satisfying without being cloying. As always, good job! :eeyup:

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