Farewell BigMac

The next night he was again unable to sleep so he decided to walk alone with his thoughts. It was far more open out here. The landscape had far less trees and the ground was smoother. He walked and he walked and he walked for hours with all his pent up anger. He could deal with sadness, he was not afraid to cry around his family but he just couldn’t release his anger even when it was just himself. To him it was a sign of weakness and he never wanted his family to see how truly angry he was. He yawned and then stared at the sky. He knew he couldn’t stay out here all night, it would arise too much suspicion and the last thing he wanted was questions, so he started heading back. And yet as he did he noticed a figure in the distance. It neither looked like a pony nor a buffalo. His curiosity got the best of him and he started running towards the creature.

The creature instantly started running away but Big Mac was determined to catch it whatever it may be. The creature was quick but Big Mac’s anger pushed him forward eventually allowing him to catch up. When he did he saw exactly what the creature was:a wolf. Even though it was a wolf, it wasn’t very big. Its colour matched the ground, normally allowing it to camouflage and hide in the sand and soil during the day but with everything now black it was in full view. Despite the fact that it was being chased a moment ago it wore a large grin. When they were face to face it said: ’Hello Big Macintosh, it’s good to finally meet with you’. ’What are you talking about? Who are you?’ responded Big Mac. ’You see…’ said the wolf ’… me and my relatives have been watching you and your relatives from afar, we know of what happened to your family and the feelings you hide from them’. ’So what? What does it matter to you wolves what happens in my personal life?’ he replied angrily. ’Well you see, we were interested in having a deal with you, we thought we could help you’. This piqued Big Mac’s curiosity, he listened further. “We are interested in helping your family back to Ponyville but we want something in return. We are going to need you to take the lives of a few ponies, in order for me and my family to feed. In return we will pay you, as well as of course dispose of the bodies in our own way. ” ’Wait a moment, you want me to kill another pony! That’s ridiculous!’ Big Mac shouted. The wolf was ready for this: “Is it?, Is it really, after all they did to you? If you kill the persons who caused all this happen to your family, you can all go back. You can all live the way you used to. However we won’t simply be satisfied with a couple of ponies, but then again I’m sure you won’t mind taking the lives of a few more, after all Ponyville deserted you and your family, after all the service you provided to everypony.” Normally Big Mac would not have even listened this far into the conversation but with day after day, week after week of anger he was willing to consider the wolf’s proposal. ’ I’ll think about it.’ said Big Mac. ’Good, good…’ replied the wolf ’…after all this might be your families only chance’.

It did not take long after that for Big Mac to make his decision as the following night he ended up shaking the wolf’s paw agreeing to the previous nights proposal. He had agreed to go forward with the plan the next time him and his family decided to visit Ponyville, which was the following week and he decide that once him and his family moved back into Sweet Apple Acres that he would mail the meat and in return the wolves would mail money. If the wolves failed to send the money, Big Mac would stop the plan after the first kill. Either way he was benefiting, he either would have at least Flim and Flam out of they way or he would be able to continue providing for his family with the money he got from the wolves. From then onwards Big Mac was a lot more cheerful, the idea that this horrible nightmare of events was finally going to end (even with such horrible methods) calmed him and his family and relatives were greatly relieved to see his old self back.