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Quickfic: Lines Crossed Part 1/???
06/18/11(Sat)01:12 No.26935232
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 The residents of Ponyville didn’t know too much about old Big Macintosh. He was a quiet type, kept to the farm. He did go into town for supplies and social events, and was always helpful in the Winter Wrap Up, but he mostly kept to his work. Most who had interacted with him found him to a calm cool-headed individual, not generally friendly. He never raised his voice, and rarely ever felt disagreement He was always willing to offer a hand to others where he could, and shelter to those who needed it. Even those others had turned away.
“Squatters.”
He walked down the road out of Ponyville, the bundle of rope and kerosene can hanging from the metal locks on his harness collar. A few others saw him as he walked out of town. They knew what he was probably going to do. The children were brought inside, the mayor looked out her window, knowing she should intervene, that she should stop him, but she wouldn’t. Half out of fear out what he would do to her, and half out of the hope that perhaps he was going to resolve this as simply as anything else that had crossed the young colt’s path. That it was a ruse. A hidden lesson that would make them all see the error of their ways.
She knew it wasn’t. They all knew it wasn’t. No one would blame him though. It was only fair, they thought, whatever he’d do. Only fair. |
