My Time with the Farmer

My time withe the farmer

As She ran off into the distance I felt tears well up in my eyes. I knew exactly what show she was talking about. But why had, or maybe a better question, would be how she saw it. Did her parents show her that she was a fictional horse on a tv show. Did Celestia show her. I walked back home alone. Tears streaming down my eyes.

When I got to the house the sun was setting. I hadn't been home in about two days and I was starving but food would have to wait. I walked up to the door and grasped the handle. I took a deep breath thinking about what I would say to Applejack. I collected myself and twisted the knob but the door didn't give. Applejack had locked me out of my own house. It kind of frustrated me but at least there was a spare key under the mat. I unlocked the door and walked inside. There was some stuff sitting on top of the counter. Just some gauze and medical tape labeled "for your arm." I looked down at my arm where the wolf had bitten me to see it swelling and still plenty bloody. I was suddenly aware of the pain and reached for the gauze.

After I had doctored up my arm and wrapped it up thoroughly I went to my room and knocked on the door. I heard applejack in there. Breathing heavily like she had just finished crying.

"Applejack, we need to talk." I said in a gentle voice.

"Why didn't you tell me. Why didn't you think I wanted to know." She asked her voice cracking.

"I honestly didn't know how to tell you." I said.

"You still should have told me." She said starting to cry again. I decided that I should leave her be. I walked into the kitchen and made myself some toast. I also cut up some apples and put it in a salad for applejack.

"Applejack I have food for you." I said setting it outside the door. I heard it unlock and she stepped out and picked up the salad bowl not looking up at me. She stepped back into her room and closed the door. I walked back into the family room and plopped down on the worn leather arm chair and went to sleep. My dreams were filled with sadness. Things I don't want to repeat in this journal. Things I don't want to remember. Things I try every day to forget.

When I woke up there was fresh gauze on my arm. It had also been cleaned and the swelling had gone down. I went and knocked on applejack's door to let her know I had woken up. It was still locked and there was no answer. All my books were in my room and I had no one to talk to so I did something I hadn't done in a while. I walked into the study and sat down at the piano bench and pulled the cover off of the dusty keys. I ran my hand over the keys lightly, hearing the hammers hit their strings and make a beautiful melodic sound. I cracked my knuckles and began playing.

I started with a little bit of blues and slow songs. Singing most of them. My voice was raspy but it felt good to sing again. I hadn't sung since my dad got sick. I never felt good enough to. While I was playing I heard the door of the study swing open and the soft clopping of hooves as a pony entered the room. I turned around to see applejack, her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Do you know how to play mourning never comes?" She asked me. Luckily for her I did know how and I started to play the sad wartime song. I got lost in the music and soon I was singing.

Death is a plague,

Life is a blessing.

I really do  hope that we did learn our lesson.

To ravage our homeland,

To kill our neighbors, brothers and sons,

And for what.

Mourning never comes.

Applejack's voice joined mine for the next verse.

Bad people live,

And good people die.

But the ones lost

Wouldn't want us to cry.

Applejack sang with me. Her sweet voice bringing a tear to my eye.

Morning never comes,

For the men who fight.

Saddens always comes,

For those who fought and died.

Mourning never comes.

Mourning never comes. I finished the song and froze, my fingers on the keys. Applejack climbed up on the stool next to me. She looked into my eyes and gave me a hug.

"I'm sorry joe. I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did." She said.

" I'm sorry to, I should have told you." I said looking down at her, a tear coming to my eye.

"Teach me," she said. Looking at the piano. And that's what I did. i worked throughout the day. Teaching teaching applejack how to play mourning never comes. All the while with a smile on my face. I was glad things were back to normal. But little did I know that everything was far from normal. And things were only going to get worse.