Day: 4
Location: The porch of Carousel Boutique
Time: 10:20

"Thank you for letting me stay till the rains stop'd, Miss Rarity" I said as we step'd out into the crisp morning.

"Your welcome, darling; tho, I wish you'd earned more from making those boots."

Ah yes, the boots. Having finished them at dusk two days ago, after I met Greta, I was asleep when she came by yesterday morn. With Rarity being the only one up then, Greta paid 200 bit's for the boots and left; Rarity later told me that was a rather cheap price.

Still "At lest she left the tools, scraps, and two hides behind in her rush; that should provide me something someday." Said items where now in a pair of decent sized thick silver gray canvas saddle bags with brash buckles, thanks to the mare herself.

"And I'm glad you will find a use for them, Luna knows I couldn't; tho, I wish you'd take the 500 bits for doing it for me-."

"And again, 200 plus the 50 I have will do for me, I'm not about to buy a house or waste it on useless nick nacks. And really, were pretty much even."

She sighed, but agreed nonetheless. "Alright, if that's what you wish."

I nodded to this, with a smile that she returned, and began the farewell's. "Well, it's been good knowing you, Rarity."

"You as well, Well's, and don't be a stranger next time your around."

"And until then, may the force be with you, my lady."

And with a tilt/nod of my head, I was off to find that motel she told me about.

100 bit's to book a room, then 5 extra bit's each day stayed. Of coarse I didn't book it.

No, instead I kept to my original plan, and bought a one pony tent and bed roll for fifty bits at Mr Rich's Barnyard bargains (not cheap but doable), and set off to find a place outside town to make camp. On the way, I enjoyed the scenery, and began thinking of my next move.

What to do, what to do... I have shelter from most things now, and money to buy food(not for to long, tho; I know what I said to Rarity, but that's because we were even.), and I have a somewhat sell able craft on hoof. What to do... My thoughts all lead to the same thing, get a job, ether long term or an odd job. The only thing now, was to figure out how? While I have gone job looking back home, I did not see internet at Rarity's, only a telephone like you'd see in old westerns. So that left me street add's, and bulletin boards, nether of which I'd seen as of ye- Ah, there's one by town hall.

And so there was, a bulletin board like you'd see in parks, which I quickly trotted up to to see the dozen or so adds on things that may (or may not) help me.

Hmm, 'Life Jackets for sell', 'Pet Sitter for Cat', 'Dogs For Sell'- And on an on it went, there was someone selling a hot tub, to. Mmm, 'Old Bowie Knife and hatchet with harness an sheath's, for 30 Bits', ah, now that's a deal!.. I took that one down and pocketed it, a good tool an weapon are always nice to have. I'll go find this Dust Tales when I'm done here.
Hmm, what else is there... I found something of interest soon after, a job request for workers; a fix it an clean up crew they called it, it was a town wide clean up for the three day storm.

"Right, that's what I'll be doing, just have to make camp first then go get signed up."

So off I went, knowing exactly what to do.

Day 6

Well yesterday was fun.

After waking up in a "very" cold tent (due to wet fire kindling), I made my way to check myself in for the town clean up crew; after receiving a bright green vest with a paper name tag (paid workers got a vest, volunteers got non.), I was giving the job of hauling debris to a specified dump site.

I did the job with flying color's. Sure it was difficult at first, getting used to pulling a wagon full of branches, leafs and other things. And it was trying, making my legs wobbly towards the end of the day. But it was all worth it, and a bit educational when we all went on break for lunch.

You see, I met a very curios Rose Luck, who was wondering who I was, and stated that it wasn't often that they had a lunar earthpony in town. Being told I was what they know as a lunar pony help'd somewhat, considering I had a dogs tail, teeth and rear dew claws. Guess I won't be calling myself a Grimm, or maybe I'll be called a dogpone? Maybe Grimm is a nickname like threstle possible is for lunar pagesus's? Meh, I'll learn when I hear it said or read it.

Anyways, before lunchtime broke, Rose ask'd me if I would care to join her at her place for dinner, I accepted. So when the day was done, and after I was paid (which was 15 bits an hour for hualing so I earn'd 90 bits for six.), I met her at the giving address.

Dinner was nice, consisting of potato soup and sour dough bread with hard cider to drink, it was very filling. After we finished eating, we went to the family room and talked about some stuff, taking our cider with us. Can't remember the details to well, after my forth cider (still a light wight). But I do remember as she said something, me agreeing, then her leading me to her bedroom.

I was sober enough to remember every detail from what happened next, and boy howdy, she was nice, and I found I was twice of what I was before.

Ack-am, anyways, after having a small talk with her on what happened in the morning, along with acknowledging that she wasn't in heat, we decided all was fine and that we'ed go our own ways. Tho before I left, she made a very good point in saying to drop by next time I was in Ponyville, tho I don't know when if ever I'll be back.

Hm? why was I leaving PonyVille? well that had a simple answer. Ya see this town saw a lot of action, and was home to our favorite heroins, and those are the reasons why I was leaving. There where to many stories based off a main character that lived in this town that also fall in love with the, or one of the main six, making it an almost cliche thing to happen. So since I didn't wan't that to happen, or to somehow get tag'ed along to the show (that is to somehow mess with it's fate), I was leaving as soon as possible.

After I met this Dusty Tails of coarse.

And I just arrived at said ponies house, all pack'd an ready to go, just have to buy what I'd come for and be on my why. So I knock'd on the door, and waited, wasn't to long before someone came to answer.

"Hello?"

"Yes, are you Dusty Tails?"

"That I am, can I help you?" Answer'ed the Dusty tan mane'd and dark brown elderly stallion.

"Yes, my names Well Borne," I replied, bringing out the add I had tucked in my coat. "and I came by to see if you still have these things on hoof? or have you all ready sold them? He gave it one glance, then he's face lit up in understanding.

"Ah, no no, I still haven't found a buyer yet. Why, are you interested?"

"Indeed I am," I said, putting the add back. "would it be alright if I came in and had a look over of them first? I'd like to see what I'm getting before I buy."

"Oh, yes yes, please step inside, an shut the door behind you." I did so as I followed him in, he lead me to the family room, which was as you'd expect to see in a simple cottage.

"Make your self comfortable, I'll be right back with the harness an tools."

"Thank you." I said as he went to get said items, and I removed my pack for the sort time I was there, it wasn't long before he returned with the harness draped over his forhalf. Now I should mention I had many ideas of what said harness may look like, and of how it would work, and it fit one of them. The harness looked like one you'd see in any of Baron Engels work, which included the front pouch/bag; but in place of the side bags were the sheaths with the hatchet strapped on the left, an Bowie on the right. He used his mouth to remove them from his back, and place them on the coffee table for me to look over.

"Soo, ya travail much?"

"Not usually, no. But recent events set me up to do so." Hmm, harness seems in good shape.

"So I'd guess. you aren't sleeping in the woods, are you?

I looked to the old pony, as I examined the Bowie, catching his glance at my pack. "I have no home, and no great savings in which to rent a room, I'm pretty much winging it on odd jobs till spring comes." Some small notices, no rust, has a whetstone with the sheath...

"Hmm," *Ah-oh, that sounded thoughtful.* "would you take a free room if it was available?

I put down the breaded hatchet, and gave my full attention to the pony before me. "That depends, while I'd like some free room an board thru the winter; would it be truly free, or are there some hidden cost?"

He shook his head. "No hidden cost's. Ya see, I have some old friends who give a free room an board to any pony that may need it. As long as they follow the guidelines giving for living there, no payment in bits will be ask'd for."

Now I was incredulous. I mean, that would be to good a deal. But, ponies? Ugh! Still tho...

Now it was my turn to shake my head in aspiration, with which I gave a sigh. "Alright, where are they?"

"In the town of Nigh'tingale, a three hour train ride from here."

I nodded "And how much would the ticket cost?"

"They were 20 bit's, one way, last time I went to see them." Sounds reasonable enough.

"Then that's where I'll go next." I gave Dusty a curt smile, while he seemed to beam. "But not until after I buy this gear." That made him snort.

I'd ask'd Dusty for directions for when I got there, he said to just ask where the bunk house was when I got there, or to ask for the WoodCutters; giving me the impressing that they were well known. Anyways, after spending my bit's on the harness, knife an hatchet, along with the ticket at the station (leaving me with 240 to work with) I was on my way. What ever I did next when I got there, would shape my life and lively hood for quite some time to come, I could only hope it was for the good.

Here I go, leaving the twilight zone, or am I just entering? I don't know, what shall be, or already is. I just know, to enjoy myself as I can, for my time here may be fleeting.

S' Well's

Author's Note

There is to be a large time skip ahead, just letting you know so you don't get to confused. And I had to add one cliche, I think you can all see it.

Also, what mistakes or any did I make this time that I missed?