A Tricky Way to Earn Money

"Who are you and where is Trixie?!" a female voice yelled from inside the box.

The sudden noise made me jump backwards and I fell onto my hardwood floor. The box started to shake while the voice repeated, "Where is Trixie?!". I was unsure what to say, as I was disturbed with the fact that there was someone inside a box in my house. After a few seconds, I got up and, without looking into the box, I responded.

"Who's Trixie?" I asked

"You are speaking to her!" she said in third person.

"Who sent you here?"

"Who are you?"

"Answer my question first."

"Trixie will answer you if you help her out from this box."

"Alright..."

I mustered enough courage to look into the box. When I looked inside, I was not sure if I was dreaming or hallucinating. I gasped out loud at the sight. She looked like something I would find in a children's cartoon! What I saw was what looked like a blue pony with a magician's hat and cape, silver mane with a bluish tint, and blue eyes. I must've been standing there staring at her for two minutes until I held my arms out to help her up. I grabbed her from under her front legs and pulled her up. She was actually a little bit heavy. When I set her down, she took off her hat and tried to fix the wrinkles on it. I looked at her head and noticed...a horn? She was a unicorn! I used to think unicorns were only in fairy tales. However, I decided not to question this, considering the fact that I have an animated talking pony inside my house.

"Trixie thanks you for your assistance," she said.

"Uhh, you're welcome?" I said, awkwardly.

"Now, before you ask again, Trixie does not know who sent her here and how."

"Huh? O-oh, right. Well then, how did you get in the box?"

"How should Trixie know?"

"Well, I mean, if you got put into a box, you should know who did, right?"

"All Trixie knows is one moment she is sitting on a bench, it suddenly becomes dark, and now she is here."

"Hmm...strange..."

I thought about this for a moment. I was mainly just trying to comprehend this whole situation. You know when you pour a carbonated beverage into a cup fast, but the bubbles overflow from the cup? Well, that was how my mind was feeling. I put this whole thing in order: A box arrives, an animated pony is inside, and she does not know how she got here. Putting the situation in order did not help at all, it only made me think even harder. I decided to try to get some answers, then try to be casual with her, and hopefully, this will be alright in the end.

"So, where did you come from?" I asked.

"From Equestria, where else?" she responded, quite rudely I might add.

"Uhh...what's Equestria?"

"What?! What do you mean by that question?"

"It's just a question. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Equestria is the country Trixie comes from."

"Ok, and what's with the horn?"

"Trixie is a unicorn, obviously."

"I know that, what I mean is, does it mean anything?"

"Well, if you must know, it means I can use my magic."

"Magic? There's no such thing. Magic does not exist. Demonstrate."

She smirks at me and looks around the room. She spots a pencil and her horn starts to glow. The pencil starts to glow as well and then, without warning, the pencil starts to levitate. I watched the pencil float around the room for a bit until it was placed into my shirt pocket. I had my mouth agape, obviously amazed.

"Woah, that was...incredible." I said.

"Thank you, thank you." Trixie said, bowing her head down.

"I am impressed."

"Of course you are, unlike some...others"

"What do you mean?"

She hesitated, before explaining this interesting story. Apparently, back in her world, she liked to host magic shows for other ponies to watch. One day, another pony caught her little lie about defeating a giant monster and Trixie became a laughing stock. Even though I could clearly tell that Trixie was the bad guy in that situation, I still felt pretty bad for her. She claimed that magic was her destiny, which was what her cutie mark (a little picture on a pony's flank that shows their purpose in life) showed. I knew how it felt to not have your dreams fulfilled, and I feel bad for those who suffered the same things I did.

"That actually makes me kind of upset," I said.

"What? What do you mean by that? Are you trying to be sarcastic with Trixie?" she said, defensively.

"No, I mean it. I can relate to your little story, and it makes me feel bad for you."

When I said that, Trixie's eyes widened. She seemed surprised that I said something like that. I was never good at relating to people, but I seemed to relate to her well. So after that conversation, I realized something: she does not know where she is. What should I do next? She has nowhere to go. I then got an idea.

"Do you know how you can go back to Equestria?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Judging from this land that is unknown to Trixie, she is sure that she is nowhere near her home," she said in response.

"Well, how about this: you can spend the night here, and tomorrow I can see what I can do about your little...situation."

"Well, seeing that there is no other option, Trixie will accept your offer."

After that conversation, I tried to look for something for her to sleep on. I searched my house for suitable sleeping supplies. I found my incredibly soft sleeping bag and headed back into the living room. When I arrived, I saw Trixie sleeping on my pull-out couch, with the blanket on her. She was fast asleep, and she was snoring a little. I was about to move her, until I realized how soundly she was sleeping.

"Oh, what the hell." I said, crawling into the sleeping bag and laying on the floor.