Music in our Hearts

9 months later...

I've made 9 songs so far, and I've married Ditzy. I've made enough money to get a home for my family (that's right; Ditzy gave birth to a beautiful baby colt). I'm on the top of the world. Nothing bad could possibly happen, right?

Wrong.

Remember when I got signed over to Vinyl and Octavia, and I said 'Things are turning around for the better...I hope.' I must've jinxed it, because one day, after finishing my Egg and hay sandwich, Vinyl gave me a letter that said;

Dear Henry Bushytail,

We are sorry to inform you that your mother is dying of lung cancer, and she only has a few days left to live, being that it's terminal. She has asked to see you, so we are hoping to see you at the Manehattan cancer treatment center. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience, but the cancer has gotten so bad she can't possibly survive on chemotherapy and blood donations and surgery. We hope to see you at the hospital.

With deepest regards,

Dr. Hoofington

Even though my adopted mother and I never exactly saw eye to eye, we shared a bond that only death could break. So I got tickets for Ditzy, the baby and I, and we got the hospital. When we got there, my mother just laid there, dying, and I heldher hand, and told her, "Remember the first song you taught me? I want you to hear it before you go";

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At the end of the song, her grip loosened, and the heartbeat moniter flatlines, the droning sound 'beeeeeeeeeeeeep' following. That night, I put a gun to my head, and thought of pulling the trigger, because I had cancer sadness.

But did I?