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The stallion looked up, and his eyes met with the teacher's.

"Why have you come back?", the stallion said in a sleepy tone.

"Why wouldn't i have come back?", the teacher said.

The stallion looked the teacher in the eyes. The stallion looked away.

"I know you are very sad, but i can help you if you give me the chance. Please, i care about you."

The stallion's ears perked up, and he turned to look at the teacher. The teacher gave a smile. The teacher brought out her hoof to the stallion, signaling him to come with her. The stallion was hesitant at first, and stared at the hoof, looking from it to the teacher's face every few seconds. The teacher's hoof was getting weary, but she still tried to hold it up. Eventually, the stallion grabbed the teacher's hoof. The teacher took a second or two to react to it, and was pleasantly surprised. The teacher pulled the stallion up from the box where he subsided.

They both gave each other a gaze. The teacher shook her head, gave a smirk, and pulled her hoof away. The stallion still had his hoof hanging in the air after the teacher removed her hoof. He put his hoof back down, and took a deep breath.

"Need any help with the box?", the teacher asked.

"No thanks.", the stallion said.

The stallion trotted over to the box, grabbed a strap from it, closed the box, and put it on his back. The stallion tried to reach the two ends of the velcro scrap together around his body so he could hold the box. The teacher walked over to the stallion.

"Here, let me help.", she said. The teacher then connected the two straps on the stallions underbelly, and stood back.

"Thank you.", the stallion said.

"It's no problem, always glad to help out a friend.", the teacher responded.

A tear seemed to almost be forming in the stallion's eye as he gave a very happy grin. A serious look over took his face and he looked around him for a moment.

The stallion moved his eyes towards the teacher and said, "Where are we going to go?".

"Well, you are going to stay at my place for a while. You look very hungry, and you do need some rest. Come along now. ", the teacher responded.

The teacher began to walk in the other direction, following the dirt path through town. As the teacher gleefully lead the stallion carrying a box on his back to the teacher's house, many ponies stopped and looked at them briefly before going back to what they were doing. The teacher eventually stopped at a house, and looked back at the short of breathed and dogged stallion.

The stallion walked to the doorstep and took a few steps back as the teacher opened the door. The teacher held the door open, waiting for the stallion to walk in. The stallion looked confused for a moment, but then trotted in. The teacher walked in after him and closed the door.

"Wow... you must be lucky, this place is amazing!", the stallion said as he marveled at the teacher's average house.

"Oh, don't flatter me, it is not that great...", the teacher said.

The stallion's big grin and amazement made the teacher smile. While the stallion sat on the couch and let out a satisfied noise, the teacher grabbed the beer bottle and cigarette pack from the stallion's box, and put them in the garbage.

"So, what is your name, lady?", said the stallion, trying not to sound awkward.

The teacher froze for a moment, and turned to the stallion and smiled. "My name is Cheerlie."

"What do you do. Were those your kids?", the stallion asked, now with a little more confident tone.

Cheerlie chuckled a bit and responded casually with, "I am a teacher. Those were my students. We were having recess. I take it that you like that coutch alot."

"Oh, yes, this is one of the most comfortable things i have ever been on.", replied the stallion with satisfaction in his voice.

"Would you like to sleep there tonight?", Cheerlie said.

"Yes! Please!", the stallion said eagerly.

Cheerlie then replied with, "You have my permission."

The stallion got up, trotted over to Cheerlie, and hugged her.

Cheerlie was stunned, and her wide eyes expressed that. The stallion stopped hugging her, backed away, and then layed on the couch. Cheerlie understood that he was a very poor and probably uneducated pony who had not experienced much outside of living in a box and giving candies to people. She simply looked on from a distance with the warm and euphoric feeling of making someone happy. The stallion had finally forgot about the bad things in life for a moment, and was appeased. But then the stallion's stomach emitted a low and loud grumble.

"Oh, i almost forgot!", said Cheerlie with  urgency in her voice.

Cheerlie quickly asked the question,"What would you like to eat?"