Chapter-2 Rosalia's Puppet

Rosalia trotted back to her house thinking about the nice time she had with her two friends, especially that sweet little filly that gave her the beautiful flower neckline. But then she remembered what Lady Violet said about not having some pony to look after and it made her feel sad. When she finally returned to the house the little bunny, Twinkle hippy-hopped to the front door to welcome her back, but her neck was hunched down and with a sad frown on her face. She trotted into the living room and sat down on the coach. She glanced up at a picture of herself as little filly with a large brown stallion with a dark orange coat and brown mane wearing glasses.

“I miss you so much, father,” she sobbed. Tears started leaking from her eyes as she thought about what her friend said and how truly lonely she had been since her father passed away.

"Ever since I was a filly, I always dreamed of being mother and having my own foal to love and care for just as you raised me, but It's been twenty years and I don't have one while all my friends do! Why? WHY!?" She cried. Breaking down and confessing her true feelings. Her heart felt empty and broken. Ever since her father died she had never told any pony how she truly felt. Twinkle bunny felt very sad seeing her in such a miserable state. He jumped up on the couch and cuddled next to her trying to comfort her.

Rosalia cried for half an hour till finally fell asleep. As she slept, she dreamed she was sitting on a park bench reading a book. She tilted her head up and saw a young light brown filly with blue eyes and a little red bow tie around her neck playing with Twinkle bunny playing hide and seek around a big tree. The filly noticed Rosalia watching and waved to her.

"Mommy! Hi, Mommy!" The little pony called out to her with the bunny waving too. Rosalia smiled and waved back.

She watched her chase the little bunny all over the place laughing and having a wonderful time. Suddenly the vision faded as morning came and Rosalia awoke from her dream and saw the little bunny cuddled next to her. All through the day the image of the little pony, she saw in her dream stayed in her head. She got out a sketch pad and drew a rough sketch of the little filly in her dream. She thought for a long time, then an idea clicked in her head.

"Yes, I know just what I'm going to do!" She said determinedly. Twinkle watched as she grabbed her bag and trotted out the door.

"I know just the pony who can help me, Mister Cherry wood," Rosalia muttered as she trotted through the town. After a few blocks, she came upon a wood shop that belong to an old pony friend of her father. As she pushed the and walked inside a little bell above the door rang letting the owner know a custom had entered the shop.

"Hello? Mister Cherry! Are you here?" She called looking around at all the well-crafted tables, and shelves littered around. At that moment, a dark red stallion wearing carpenter clothes and glasses came into the room.

"Well, well! If it isn't Little Rose! How have you been my dear?" said the stallion in a friendly cheerful manner.

"Oh, fine I suppose?" She replied, trying not to look discouraged or nervous.

"So what brings you to me shop today?" Mister Cherry asked.

"I...I liked a some wood. A big piece of wood." She answered hesitating a bit.

"Oh, and what do you need some much wood for?" Replied Mister Cherry.

"I-I'd like to make a puppet, a puppet pony."

"A puppet? Are you going to sell it at a high price?" He questioned her.

"No, I-I'm making it for myself." She replied nervously.

"For yourself child?" Mister Cherry wood was rather surprised by what she said.

"Aha ha, you probably think I'm crazy," Rosalia chuckled taking a step back and rolling her eyes feeling very awkward. The old stallion trotted over and up his hoof around her.

"Rosy, I've known you since you wore a little foal. You're like a niece to me. I would never think you were crazy." He told her.

Rosalia breathed a sigh of relief and told him everything that had happened to her and why she wanted to build a puppet. Mister cherry rubbed his chin in his hoof and thought for a moment.

"I think I have just what you need? Wait here," He trotted back into the back room and two minutes later returned dragging a large and long piece of a pine wood. "Here you are! I was going to use this to make some fine set of table legs, but I think it more useful in constructing your wooden foal." Mr.Cherry chuckled.

"Oh my! I don't think I can carry that home by myself?" said Rosalia.

"Not to worry my child, I'll have my son's bring it to your house this evening." He told her.

"Thanks, Mr.Cherry, How much is it?"

"No charge my dear, consider it a gift." He insisted. Rosalia trotted over and gave him a friendly hug.

"That’s very generous of you, Mister Cherry, thanks a million times." Rosalia thanked him, sincerely.

After leaving the shop, she went into town to do some shopping. When she returned home around midday, she saw a large stick of wood sitting at her front door with a note that read...

To: Little Rose
From: Mister Cherry

Though the wood was long and heavy, she managed to drag it into her house and into her workshop. She put on her work apron, got out her tools, and looked at the drawing of the filly she dreamed about.

"I'm going to make this into a cute little puppet, Twinkle, and it'll look just like this." She said, pointing to the picture as the little rabbit scratched his head wondering how she was going to change that large stick of wood into a little wooden pony. Before she started, Rosalia thought for a moment what type of pony she make. An earth pony, a Unicorn, or a Pegasus?

"Yes, I'll make it a unicorn." She finally decided and went straight to work.

For five days, she spent carving, and shaping, making sure every single detail was perfect. Twinkle bunny watched every day as she concentrated shaping the body, legs, and head. Finally by the end of the sixth day her creation was finally complete. The puppet resembled a small filly of about 8 to 9 years of age like the drawing with the same light brown skin, and dark brown mane with a small thin horn sticking out of the top of its head. It had the same blue eyes, and red bow tie around its neck and on its head was a little yellow cap that belong to her father when he was young colt with a blue stripe and red feather nestled in it.

"We did it, Twinkle! She's all finished!" Rosalia cheered clapping her hooves. Twinkle hopped up and down with joy congratulating her for her hard work. "Now, what should I call you?" Rosalia stared at the lifeless wood foal, thinking hard about what to call it.

“Yes, I have the perfect name for you. Fillynocchio. What do you think, Twinkle?" She asked. The little bunny taught for a second but grinned and shook his head in disapproval. "No? Well then, why do we ask little wooden hooves?" said Rosalia standing up on her hind legs and placing her right hoof on the puppets head.

"Do you like your name dear?" She asked making the puppet nod its head up and down. "Well then it's settled, Fillynocchio it is," said Rosalia, making up her mind. Though Twinkle still didn't approve he decided to go along with it anyway.

"Just look at her, Twinkle, she almost looks like a real pony," Rosalia could just imagine herself trotted through the town with this adorable little pony trotting alongside her. “I can't wait to show her to all my friends."

Suddenly her clock struck ten o'clock and she realized it was late.

"Goodness look at time, we better get to bed," She said as the little bunny yawned and jumped down from the table and hopped out of the workshop. Rosalia stayed a few more seconds and smiled at the lifeless wooden pony. "Good-night, Fillynocchio, well see you tomorrow." She said happily trotting out of the room leaving the doll alone in the on the table.

end of chapter-2

Author's Note

I'll be using story elements from both the original book, and disney through out this story as well as a few original idea's.

Credit to CivviqWriter for helping.