Mine Little Pony: the Friendship Chronicles

"It's finally done."

A lone man stood in front of a large building. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he rested his weary body on a bench nearby. He sighed as he gazed lovingly at his creation, which he had worked so hard to build. Block by block for days on end, John Pixylburg had restlessly built his house, which was so tall that it touched the top of the world. An eye-catching building it was, with it's beautiful brick and stone exterior.An indoor pool, a diner complete with a kitchen and dining area, multiple guest bedrooms, an entertainment center, and most notably, the master bedroom. The perfect place for me to call home, he thought.

John Pixylburg was a normal man with a social life that was not too great. He had no friends, even though he lived in this huge town with a lot of people. Of course, he had a few acquaintances, (well, more like the few villagers that traded with him every once in a while) but still, he wasn't the luckiest when it came to making friends. Even though his social life was crap, his industrial life was greater than most miners. He was the best in his town at everything except making friends. Not that anybody ever noticed his talent. To the other people in Minetown, John was nothing more than a normal person.

Dusk was quickly setting in, which meant that the mobs would be spawning very soon. John entered his new home and started up to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was possibly the best room in the house. It had a bed big enough for three people, with blankets made from the softest wool (John had hand-picked the finest sheep from his farm to provide the wool for the bed). The room had smooth glass pane windows (complete with refined wooden sills) and plush multicolored wool carpeting that was soft enough to sleep on. There was a small kitchen-like area with marble counter tops, a sink that ran both hot and cold water, and a fridge that could hold more food than you think it can. What really stood out, though, was the ensuite. A separate shower and bathtub that were to die for, beautiful off-white marble tiles for the flooring, a towel rack, (complete with light blue towels made from- you guessed it, Soft wool, which matched the walls) and a sink. John (almost) couldn't believe that this was even his house.

John nestled into his woolen bed covers and closed his eyes. He was ready to fall asleep and face the challenges that tomorrow would bring. He had a new found confidence that could only be broken by death. That night, pleasant dreams followed the satisfied miner through his deep slumber.