Scale Story

by BuildermanVSNotch

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Main 6, Other, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1205

A once untrained, un-cared for Iguana, now has something that he wouldn't of imagine being possible in a life that he has.

What feelings can be hurt? What kind of someone are you? In true states, everything is true, it is just that it takes more than one kind to do it.

Published 2014-06-10 23:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-10 23:20:02 UTC

Happening.

A smile, all day, every day, can keep me very happy. For the ponies who ever gave me all the kindness I need, and to make sure everything went out for the great upon me and the atmosphere.

I feel the heat I love everyday that makes me trigger my smile. I enjoy this life, I was born with it, I accept it. It is who I was born into, that is me. Maximillion. Shining my claws, and seeing them reflect onto the light of my 5'11 glass home. Where I can see every pony, and making sure they're all safe, and if they're sad or in peril, there's always me, waiting for the best strokes. Which hopefully help them and warm their heart up with kind-ness.

It's just, an absolute great life I have. A limited life, because not all of us are the same, but that doesn't mean, we can't connect.

BuildermanVSNotch "Beaven" presents

Scale Story.

I remember, being hatched at a really small age, and being at the adoption center, in glass homes with other kinds of us.

I had always technically fitted in, but honestly, it almost felt like it could've been the exact same kind of say if I wasn't there, I couldn't make a singular difference.

The thing is, I'm and iguana. A reptile. So many things seem to be in our focus at most of the time. It was always just us communicating by pulling our heads straight up to wave our so called "Beards" under our head, it would represent a sign of them trying to give you a message, it mattered on the speed and the degree on the stroke of how you could make communication just like this, always a new conversation. Somehow in some way there was always something new to talk about, I remember seeing all of the fillies and colts staring at us, I remember an iguana littler than me at the time being the most frightened. He would always hide behind the biggest rock out of the 4. And he would only hide if he saw visitors come and look at him. We would always have a specific sign of our beards to warn him about more visitors coming.

I don't remember much about who took care of us. They were probably bad ponies, since those are the kind of ponies adopting us, showing from their cutie mark, they showed stuff that would be really scare at our age back in the adoption center.

I stayed their for about a month or so, growing a bit slightly every day, almost like a plant only, well, slower.
It started at 20 of us in this small home of ours, and when I got adopted. There were 9 left, dis including me.

A mare walked in, she looked very pretty that day with her dress and her eyes, and her beautiful smile.

I can easily predict that she talked and had a deal towards whoever was caring for us baby iguanas. But when she came to us, apparently everyone was attracted to her, they were all waving their beards up and down, and it was entertaining for her, and she smiled at all of them.

Everyone was excited, except for me and that one who's the only one smaller than me. I was intrigued by how she was thinking at that moment. On picking the exact one she wants, this could possibly be the choice of her life.

Looking behind that rock, or course, there was the smaller one. Hiding behind their scared. Since a single mare never came after I was born, it probably was a rare occasion for a regular mare to come adopt an animal like us.

I walked towards the mini lizard, as I got sort of curious why he was so scared. He looked at me, and I looked at him with the face of curiosity. Waving my beard in a language of motivation for him to see this new beautiful girl.

After she looked at everyone else, she looked at me and the mini iguana. The pony's face turned into a bigger smile, as she then leaned her head into the cage, to carry me on the back, by her teeth.

She lifted me up as she walked across the room, and left go of me to softly land on a wash reg. she then try to get the mini iguana, but I guess he just disappeared. Probably found a way to go under the rock instead of behind it.

"Well, I guess you're just a bit shy, I'm sure there will be another pony just like you. And you will live Ina great home." She said

She then paid the bits, and then she carried me out by a box. It had breathing tubes. So I looked outside to see all of the other baby iguanas waving their beards goodbye to me, or, a symbol for "B" "Y" "E"
I then turned around the dark box with a smile. I had just been adopted! Yay! I breathed loudly in delight to show her how much I now loved her. After that, she gave me a conversation when we were walking home to Canterlot. It even looked beautiful back then. I saw many fillies and colts playing around. Having the greatest bundle of joy in their childhood to remember.

We walked home. The sunlight gazed upon the wooden floor across the entire living room, and the hallway. We walked into a room that looked pretty empty, except for what looked like fake logs of wood and a glass cage being stood by a school desk.

She made me run around, and play with all the stuff that I could think of. I dashed to all four corners in 1:56. Which is pretty fast for a baby iguana, I think.

When I looked up, the glass cage turned into a glass home, flooring, logs, water bowls, food bowls, thermometers, heat scalers. And most importantly, I light bulb hanging on the roof for light and heat at the same time. I turned around to see her, as she picked me up and hugged me softly.

"This will be your new home. This is going to be the place for your lifetime, this is where I will remember you the most, I love you. For all if my heart, this is the beginning. You can call me your mama" she said

And for the continuous years, I called her mama, I gave her the respect and the love she needed, hugs licks and kisses. She was my mama, and my only mama.

Then after that, it was then, that early morning, on December 1st.

Author's Note

I have been thinking this story for a really super long time now, I spent many many months on thinking about a great, artistic, story. That is good overall. This is based on real life and not based on real life at the same time, and that's the direction where I'm going to be heading throughout this entire story.

I really hope that you can enjoy this story, and that you will have a happy and joyful time reading it.