One Pony Garbage

The old bottle stood right there next to the window, a lonely lilly inside.

“Rarity, stop looking at that bottle!”

“I´m sorry Darling, I just can´t help it!” she moved to the table. “You have such a lovely house, everything is perfect except for that ugh piece of garbage!”

“One pony garbage is another pony treasure!”

“Who can treasure something as tacky as that?”

Twilight sighed and put down her cup. “Okay, if I tell you the story behind the bottle will you promise not to make a fuss about it?”

Rarity gestured the Pinkie Promise ritual but Twilight knew her better than that.

“Back in the day, when I have just moved to Ponyville, I still have problems talking to you girls. Pinkie Pie was too extroversive for me while Fluttershy was too introversive. You were always busy while all Rainbow Dash wanted was to nap. So the only pony I was comfortable talking too was Applejack. Please don’t get mad but if I have to choose between the five of you, I´ll said that Applejack is my best friend.

One day I went to the farm to visit her.

“Howdy partner! Low day in the library?”

“Spike is taking a nap and it was such a nice day that I decided to go out. You mind if I read my book here?”

“No problemo!”

Reading under an apple tree in the farm is very relaxing too me. The smell of fresh apples and the bright sun over my head. But as comfortable as that was, I felt like an intruder, reading alone while Applejack and Big Macintosh worked under the hot sun.

“Applejack, there´s anything I can help you with?”

“Don´t ya worry, Twi! We have it all covered, right big bro?”

“Eeeeyup!”

“Still I can help you to organize the schelud-“ Big Mac took the notepad from with a growl.

“Hehe sorry ´bout that. Big Mac is very jealous about his fancy mathematics. Why don´t ya go help Granny in the kitchen instead?”

“Five minutes later Granny Smith was chasing me with a spoon.

“Get ya stinky hooves outta mah kitchen!”

“Woah nelly…”

“Sorry.” I apologized.

“Hehe don´t be. Hey, since you like cleaning things why don´t ya go to the barn and see if there´s some old stuff to get rid too?”

“Okay!”

I entered the barn and when I climb the stairs and found a ton of garbage. Old corsets, broken records, vaults filled with worn clothes, boxes filled with all newspapers; all sorts of garbage.

“Perfect!”

A few hours later Applejack came in.

“Hey Twi! Ah just saw Roseluck taking a bunch of stuff on her wagon. Did ya fou-WOOAAAAA!! What in Celestia´s multi-colored mane happened in ´ere?”

“Oh hey, Applejack! I just finished cleaning in here!”

“Wha-wha-what happened to all the stuff in ´ere?”

“I get rid of it!”

“All of it? Are ya crazy? Who told ya to threw everything?!”

“You did!”

“Ah meant some broken boxes and bad apples, not the things up there!”

“But it was all just garbage, nothing useful! I mean, who keeps an empty bottle anyway? It was all just useless garb-“

Then Applejack did something unexpected. She pushed me. Hard. I hit my head and saw a tiny amount of red over my forehead.

Applejack´s rage slowly disappeared.

“Oh no! Twilight, Ah´m sorry! Ah didn´t meant to! Let me help yo-“

Instead I ran off, tears forming in my eyes.

“Ah´m sorry, Twilight! Ah´m sorry!”

I didn´t want Spike to see me hurt and I couldn´t find Fluttershy to help me so instead I hide under the bridge, crying. After a while, I felt a hoof over my head. I look up and found Big Macintosh looking concerned.

He didn´t say anything, he just bandaged my head. Once he finished he stood there looking nowhere.

“She´s sorry.” He said.

“I don´t know why she get so mad. It was just garbage!”

“Not long ago, this little contraption here in mah neck was in that pile. So was A.J hat. Our folks left a bunch of gizmos up there. Never bothered to get rid of anything.”

I cried a little more, realizing what an idiot I was.

“I´m sorry, Big Macintosh.”

“Ah know.” And he gently patted my head.

When I got back home, I found Spike in his usual cheerful self.

“Hey Twilight! Woah, what happened to you?”

“I hit my head with a door. I´m not hungry, I´m going to bed.”

“Sure you´re okay?”

“Yes, I just want to sleep. Good night Spike.”

“Night! Oh, Applejack was here early. She left that!” and when I looked at the window, there it was that old bottle with a lily inside.

…and that´s the whole story”

Despite her promise, Rarity was already crying a waterfall.

“That is The. Most. Touching. Story!!!!”

Twilight sighed again and took another sip of her tea.

The old bottle stood right there next to the window, a beautiful lily inside.