Twister Darling

If you’ve read this story, then you were interested to find out just where our family started. It’s a rather large family now. With my son Stormy, my daughter’s Music Bouquet, and Cream Puddin, my four grandchildren from Jelly Bean and Stormy, and another three either already here or on the way from Music and Cream. We all live and work on the Stormfront Farm, the largest in the area now, and providing good wool and fresh vegetables even to the richest ponies in Ponyville and beyond.

I’d like to say that there was some magic or mystical experience involved in finding our happiness here, together, but that wasn’t the case. We found a different kind of magic for ourselves. It wasn’t one of sparkles and wands or the mystical power of friendship the ponies in Ponyville are always going on about. It was one of hard work, love, and dedication to each other above everything else. No pony left behind became our motto. And yeah. Maybe I heard it in an advertisement somewhere once, but nobody out here in farm country would know it. Or care.

But they do care about one thing out here in the big empty country between the cities they call civilization. They care about family. And today we’re adding a new member to that family. Penny’s first-born colt Field Sprout is engaged to marry my little Cream Puddin, whose already about as round in the belly as she can be under that pretty white wedding gown. I find myself smiling an awful lot lately, and I think I know why.

It’s because we stopped caring about being part of someone else’s story. When we tried to be part of Ponyville and Cloudsdale, we were never more than shades of ponies in the background, getting in the spotlight for moments, or even less than moments. But when we decided to make our own story, tell our own tale about happiness, pride, and family, we got to be our own heroes.

Don’t forget that. If you forget everything else that I wrote. Be the hero of your own story. Don’t play a bit part in someone else’s life.

Granny Twister Darling