A caged bird is no more than a pony without free thought or free will. They are both chained to their master's will, only able to do what he says only when it is said. When not given the ability of free speech or rather when we are denied it, we slowly lose ourselves. Communication and interaction with others builds character, without character we are nothing. We do not know who we really are until the time comes to show itself but all we can do for now is practice, practice building a better character, a better personality so we too can change others. No pony alone is an island by itself, it is the others who interact with each other, affecting them both negatively and positively which builds a society and most importantly, personality. No pony alone can overcome all tasks by itself.

The word "society" as I explained doesn't have to be big, for the least two ponies who interact with one another, a group of friends, school, work and also, a family. What are any of these without interaction or communication might I ask? The answer is nothing.  So how do you build character? You don't, you rely on yourself, rely on yourself for communication. We as interactive creatures, so curious yet so magnificent, depend on each other for many things and we don't even realize it. When we aren't given it, what is their to lose when their was nothing? Simple, you don't lose anything, you gain. You gain insanity from being alone, trying to grasp an understanding on something which has no proper definition. You build split personalities of your thoughts unaffected by interaction with others, therefore you only repeat the cycle of what you believe, of what you know and only of what interests you. Sadly this trend, when there is no change or edit to this loop, it only acts like a virus without treatment, spreading and worsening every passing second.

You can't force someone to love you; all you can do is become someone who can be loved; the rest is up to them. But when you become someone that you are not, is it truly love or does the person just have passion for the fake you?

Pinkie Pie was having her usual day at Sugar Cube Corner, working the register, helping with the baking and also taking care of the two new foals, PoundCake and PumpkinCake. Life for her was getting pretty busy with these two new foals but it didn't matter, she loved them and took care of them as her own flesh and blood, which they weren't.

She watched everyday as Mr. and Mrs. Cake give their two new foals something she barely received from her own, interaction, communication, affection. Love. Pinkie gave a small smile  at this display of affection from Mr. Cake to his daughter, but then disappeared as quickly as it came.

Repressed memories began to flood Pinkie's mind, they all came to fast and she had no control over it. First, it began as a small drop of  unwanted memories, polluting the vast sea of her mind, then a tiny leak was sprung polluting it more and more. One small step lead to another and the whole dam had burst. She began crying as the unwanted memories of her foalhood days. Painful ones.

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Clyde was a simple light brown earth pony who had a  grey mane, his cutie mark was a pickax which represented his talent as a miner. He was born in a family who over generations worked in the mine they owned and also the jewels they had found. The only way the knew how to strive for a living was with jewels and soon the cave would not produce as many riches as they desired. As I said, the mine was owned by the family, they didn't want to share the only resources available to trade for bits to survive.....

" But Pa, I don't want to get married," said Clyde as he was putting on a tie with the assistance of his father.

" Son, this jewel business needs to be done so we can all live," his father, Caesar replied.

Caesar was a light brown stallion, with a neatly groomed brown mane.

"But the mine is running dry, it will be a waste of bits!" Clyde argued.

" I have a theory son, it's about Rock Farming."

"What the hay is Rock Farming?" Clyde said confused.

" Simply to put it, rocks can harvest jewels if fertilized and treated correctly."

" You roll them Clyde... Ah it looks perfect on you," the father pony said after he finished putting the tie on his son," Now go, your mother is waiting to see you."

Clyde exited the door to meet his over excited mother, Cherry Pie," My stars, such a handsome colt! C'mon let's meet the other family!" She seemed to always be happy which in turn made Clyde's life less miserable being forced into marriage.

Cherry Pie was a bright pink mare, her mane was slightly exotic and had a "poof" in it. She was always happy and seemed to emit happiness from her body. Her eyes were green and always filled with Joy. How she fell in love with Caesar is a mystery.

Love is a very complicated entity.

He never did like the idea of being forced into marriage but in life sacrifices have to be made.

" Hi again, meet my son, Clyde." Cherry introduced.

" What a dashing colt, this is our daughter, Roxy," a slightly grey mare said," Why don't you and Clyde talk with each other, get to know one another."

Roxy, a grey white mare, her mane and tail was a darker grey than her coat and she had a cutie mark of three rocks. She relieved herself of the seat from her parents and made her way to Clyde.

Clyde watched her cutie mark and began adding the small pieces together. Roxy had rocks as a cutie mark and his father had mentioned something about Rock Farming. This was the perfect plan, for such an unproved theory and also for more "workers" on the rock farm. Honestly, both families were striving, running out of time and ideas. Why not just place this burden on the children?

"Uhmmm, hi my name is Roxy," she began and held out a hoof.

" I am Clyde." The conversation between them was dull and boring, just like the idea of Rock Farming to both of them.

The silence grew and suddenly it was broken," Look, I don't really want to get married, I was forced into this by my dad."

She looked up in shock," Me too! I was dragged into this but.... I dare not wish to even go against my mother's will."

" Same with my dad, my mom is against it even though she may look like she is happy.... so what does your cutie mark mean?" Clyde asked trying to change the mood of the topic.

"Oh, these three rocks? It's nothing much, I just favor and love geology. Yours?" Roxy curiously asked.

" Well, I was a miner before it went dry..."

The two of these ponies talked, trying to get to know each other before their marriage. It seemed like the best idea.

From across the room Cherry Pie and Caesar with the other two parents discussed and made arrangements of living conditions. Cherry had let out a sigh and a breath she didn't know she was holding. She knew this was a wrong thing to do but they needed to survive. From the day the families merged, she would make the best out of it.

Forced love will never be true love. Love is free and doesn't need a reason to be there, it just happens.

Time passed on, Roxy moved in with the Pie family, adopting their name becoming one of them. Life on the rock farm continued, rolling rocks as it "fertilized" them, praying that they produced the well needed gems. The idea of Rock Farming was unknown and probably a big risk, which was needed to be taken. They survived off any remaining gems and jewels they scavenged from their mine.

As time went on, so did the age of Caesar, the pony who had this strange theory but was also a beloved member to his son and wife. Never experiencing this, Clyde became a quieter pony now with the responsibilities of his father, the stallion of the house and owner of a Rock Farm. The teachings of the father passed down to him.....They needed more "workers."

Never seen happier in his life, Clyde was overjoyed at the sight of his three newborn daughters," They are beautiful. You did a good job honey." Clyde said as he kissed Roxy on her cheek.

"We did a good job, what shall we name them?"

He looked at a grey earth foal with a straight dark grey mane,"Inkie Pie," he said smiling at her.

Clyde then looked at the other foal, fast asleep with a white grey mane and a grey coat, yet again with a straight mane," Blinkie Pie," he then kissed the foal on her forehead.

He then looked at a smiling pink coated, curly, poof-y, mane and tail,".....Uhrmmm..."

"PINKIE PIE!!" Cherry Pie, a now elderly and still yet exotic happy mare said.

Throughout the years as soon as the three daughters learned how to walk, they began rolling the rocks from different directions of the field at different days, believing to "Fertilize them". It was a boring, sad life, no talking was allowed and there was only interaction with the rocks. The newly announced Granny Pie would often visit teaching those willing, which was only Pinkie how to bake, sing and soon she picked up on her grandmother's peppy , happy personality, it was who she wanted to be, not dull and boring.

Often the parents would have to calm Pinkie down, groom her mane to be neat and straight yet it would only be natural for it to "Poof" back into it's original state.

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One night, Pinkie was scared as she believed she saw something move in her open closet, representing something evil and scary, her mind began playing tricks on her and she soon squealed out of terror.

"Pinkie deary, what seems to be a problem?" Cherry Pie said.

" M-monster!!" Pinkie stuttered and pointed to the closet.

Cherry Pie walked over to the closet when Pinkie only being protective of her family shouted," NO YOU'RE GOING TO GET EATEN!"

Cherry Pie turned on the light which illuminated the darkness, revealing piles of items which may have seemed to represent the monster.

She smiled at Pinkie and began in a soft tone:

When I was a little filly

And the sun was going down

The darkness and the shadows

They would always make me frown

I'd hide under my pillow

From what I thought I saw

But Mother said that wasn't the way

To deal with fears at all

She said, "Cherry, you've gotta stand up tall

Learn to face your fears

You'll see that they can't hurt you

Just laugh and make them disappear."

Ha, ha, ha!

So giggle at the ghosty,

Guffaw at the grossly,

Crack up at the creepy,

Whoop it up with the weepy,

Chortle at the pukey,

Snortle at the spooky

Granny Pie repeated the last verse in a slower tone and the song soon ended with a laughing Pinkie Pie, she leaned over and kissed her on the forehead," Good Night Pinkie, those big ole meanie monsters can't scare you now."

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Whenever Granny Pie visited, Pinkie felt like herself, singing and dancing with the grandmother who had taught her who she really was and  loved her for it. She was spoilt with love which is never really a bad thing.

But as time progressed and the circle of life must make its revolution. Pinkie Pie looked over the tomb stone of her grandmother who was buried under a nice, green patch of grass far away from the rock field.

Filly Pinkie Pie remembered her grandmother's last words," Keep on smiling Pinkie, only you know who you are and don't let anyone change you. You have always been my itty bitty pinky helper and I will always love you, Never Forget that."

That one pony who showed her how to giggle, fear nothing, dance, sing, who defined her and loved her was now gone. Her grandmother played a deep role in her life and she couldn't do anything to prevent what had already happened.

Life and Death were both unforgiving, it did not matter who it was taking away or when it happened. It just needed to happen and we only have one choice but to accept it.

Pinkie had no choice but to "act" or pretend as one of the other family members, the ones which showed no emotion all because they were forced.

She was quieter since the funeral, lonelier and of course much sadder. The other sisters felt remorse for Pinkie too but Clyde never allowed talking on the farm as they worked.

A bell rang signifying the end of days work as Clyde and the other members walked inside the house from the east field. Pinkie needed to be alone, saddened by the fact that her grandmother was gone.

All of a sudden, a huge rainbow spectrum in shape of circle widened it's diameter throughout the skies of Equestria. The powerful gust that came from out almost blew Pinkie back but only undid her well kept mane. She was happier and   joyous. It made her want to keep smiling forever. She had an idea, she planned to make everyone smile too...somehow.

-----------------The Next Morning---------------

"We better harvest the rocks from the south field today," Clyde said and now surprised hearing music from the silo.

"Pinkamena Diane Pie, is that you?" Roxy called out. They "edited" the name that Pinkie's beloved grandmother had given to her, hoping it would give her a more serious effect on work throughout the Rock Farm.

"MOM DAD! I NEED YOU AND THE SISTERS TO COME IN HERE QUICK!" Pinkie said joyously as she quickly opened and closed the door.

The family approached the door and Clyde had opened it to find in shock that the entire silo was filled with snacks, desserts, party decorations and music.

" Surprise! Do you like it? It's called a party!" Pinkie said hoping for the reaction she had wanted, the family looked all around the room, shocked and in disbelief of what happened.

The family stood still as they looked around while their lip muscles tried to display a certain emotion which has not been seen in apparently years.

" Oh....you don't like it." Pinkie said saddened that all her hard work has been put to waste.

The entire family then instantly expressed many faces of joy, delight and anything bright. They began dancing with Pinkie as she exclaimed," YOU LIKE IT! I'M SO HAPPY!" At that moment, her cutie mark had appeared, being one of the happiest moments of her life.

It soon ended as the entire day was not wasted but invested as a true family spent time with each other communicating and interacting with one another.

Days passed and so did many other parties as Pinkie tried to keep her family happy. Clyde grew angry," PINKIE! YOU HAVE WASTED ENOUGH TIMES WITH THESE PARTIES! IT'S TIME TO GET TO WORK!"

The mother just looked at what was happening while Pinkie stayed quiet.

" WE NEED TO HARVEST THESE ROCKS! WE NEED TO LIVE AND YOU KEEP WASTING OUR TIME, WITH THESE PARTIES. AND FOR GOODNESS SAKES, KEEP YOUR MANE TIDY! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU AREN'T ONE OF US!" He continued with angry rant at Pinkie Pie who only tried to spring joy into the family.

She finally snapped, her mane deflated and her pink coat darkened," I'VE ONLY BEEN TRYING TO BRING HAPPINESS INTO THIS FAMILY WITH MY PARTIES SOMETHING A FATHER SHOULD DO! BUT NO! WE DON'T EVEN SHOW ANY SORT OF INTERACTION HERE!! WHAT KIND OF FAMILY ARE WE?? WHEN GRANNY PIE WAS STILL ALIVE THINGS WERE BETTER AND NOW WE DON'T EVEN TALK TO ONE ANOTHER!!" She inhaled and took a deep breath," THIS CUTIE MARK IS WHO I AM AND IF YOU CAN'T ACCEPT WHO I AM, I DON'T NEED TO BE PART OF THIS FAMILY!!"

" WHO EVEN CAME UP WITH ROCK FARMING ANYWAY? WE DON'T EVEN GET ANY GEMS!!! THIS WHOLE THING IS USELESS!! AND YOU SAY I'M WASTING OUR TIME?!" Pinkie didn't know where this build of rage came from but it drove her to fight for who she was, she was fighting for what Granny Pie didn't even want from the start.

Clyde looked in shock at Pinkie who had just disrespected him, the family and his father's last theory for the family to survive. He snapped and had no control of himself as his hoof made contact with Pinkie's face.

She began to cry at the sting of the hit, she was only a filly, a correct filly. She cried and cried, walking to her room.

The mother and father began to argue," YOU DO NOT HIT MY CHILD!!" Was one thing she heard Roxy say as Pinkie locked herself in the room.

Pinkie came to realization. This wasn't the place meant for her, she was not a member of this family. She was pretending, putting on a mask to deceive her parent's from who she really was the entire time. It pained her inside that her father didn't accept her. So why stay in a place where you aren't wanted?

Pinkie began packing her things, she remembered of a place called "PonyVille." Granny Pie used to take her to Sugar Cube Corner all the time for treats and desserts.

Pinkie later that night scavenged the house for supplies for her trip and soon journeyed to PonyVille.

~ Two hours after Pinkie Escaped~

Clyde entered Pinkie's room and progressed to her bed.

"Pinkamen... I mean Pinkie Pie, I'm sorry for what I did, I wasn't the stallion I used to be, I changed and I will change for you, I really do love you.... I'm really sorry." He then pulled the sheets off looking at a decoy of pillows looked like a body of a filly.

He began to cry, knowing he had lost one of his daughters. He searched the entire house, the entire farm, EVERYWHERE! But no sign of Pinkie. He cried that night and so did Roxy as they lost a child because of something that was forced upon them, because they weren't able to change for their beloved fillies.

-----------------The Same Night---------------

Pinkie Pie walked in the middle of the night to the only place she had known, Sugar Cube Corner with her bag of scavenged goods.

She knocked on the door with a slight tapping, awaiting an answer," Oh deary Pinkie Pie, why are you out so late! Come in! Come in! You are going to catch a cold" a response coming from Mrs. Cake.

Pinkie Pie explained the entire story to her and Mr. Cake.

"Well you are always welcome to stay here with us but you need to go home, your family must be worried sick," Mrs. Cake said.

"No! They don't, to them I'm not even a part of the family, I want to be a place where I'm respected and people who will take care of me! Granny Pie is gone! No one understands!" She began to cry on the table where they talked.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake looked at each other and knew what they were going to do,with a smile Mr. Cake said," Okay Pinkie, you can stay here but you will have to help out a little bit, I'm sorry but we can't handle all the baking with a new filly in here as well."

Pinkie skipped, smiled and hugged Mr. and Mrs. Cake," Thank you! Thank you! And don't you worry, Granny Pie taught me how to bake."

"Haha Okay Pinkie, let's show you to your room," Mr. Cake motioned for her to follow while Mrs. Cake did as well.

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Pinkie Pie looked and smiled at her adopted guardians playing with their foals, something she never experienced from her paternal figures. She then remembered Granny Pie and gave another small smile as she realized not all things bad were in her foalhood.

Keep on smiling Pinkie, only you know who you are and don't let anyone change you. You have always been my itty bitty pinky helper and I will always love you, Never Forget that.

Her smile grew larger remember those last words. She began to hop towards the new foals and her adoptive parents.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Oooo I wonder who that could be," Pinkie chimed and hopped towards the door.

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