Farewell BigMac

However he woke up the next day having slept through a nightmare. He dreamt that him and his family were kicked out of Ponyville and that no matter where they headed to, that they were unwanted. He shook of these thoughts and headed to the train station (as this is where they had all promised to meet up the next day). The Apple family decided to leave early not wishing to drag on their negative experience any longer. All their friends waved them goodbye (an of course Pinkie cried in her usual fashion), as the train set off, also telling them that they would try their best to stay in touch.

When they arrived they were warmly welcomed by Breaburn in his usual cheery fashion. He told them how sorry he was for what happened but that in a few days they would be feeling much better as they got used to their new home. Big Mac wasn’t so sure, he felt that they were being a burden, but so as not to upset anypony he simply replied with his usual: ‘Eeyup’.

Days passed and yet the Apple family were unable to find any work for themselves and Big Mac continued to worry and stress out, he also continued having trouble going to sleep but as the elder brother of two he did his best to hide his worries. He was good at that, he was always had been, even when things got really bad he would never flinch but he never expected something this bad to happen, especially to his own closest relatives. He didn’t know if he could keep it up, and that night he didn’t. His nightmares had become far worse: his family was suffering and he was blamed for it, the one who was expected to be able to look after them all, the one who would try his best for his loved ones was now failing and he couldn’t take it. He instantly rushed outside running as far as he could with tears running down his cheeks. With all the commotion, most ponies in the house woke up wondering what was happening but Big Mac had already run quite far and it wasn’t until he came back a few minutes later that they knew for sure it was him. He had already wiped away the tears and the darkness concealed the sadness on his face. When he was back he didn’t say anything or make eye contact with anypony, he simply headed back to bed and went to sleep.

From that point on, the large red pony spoke far less then he usually did. Whenever his family tried to speak to him or ask him if he was alright he would tell them that he was fine and walk off. His thoughts were getting more and more negative. He began despising the Flim Flam brothers, he even began hating Ponyville. He believed that they had just allowed them leave without doing anything. Applejack’s friends should have known that him and his family would be stubborn about going back on their word and yet they didn’t do anything. None of Ponyville did anything, they all just stared, as him and his relatives left the farm, all they cared about was getting cider. These thoughts and beliefs mixed in his mind like a cauldron of anger and hatred.

Every day and night while he worked or slept, his worries for his family, his worries about being a burden and never finding a job to support his family and his anger towards Ponyville and the Flim Flam brothers would go through his mind and most nights it would keep him awake. With all this happening he slowly, day by day, changed. He looked absolutely exhausted but he would glare angrily at anypony who would try to help him. This caused his relatives to worry and speak about him behind his back. They were of course talking about how to help him but with everything that was happening he did not know that and he was eventually becoming paranoid of every whisper (no matter whose mouth it came from).