Author's Note

This bit is for those who like more happier endings. if your reading this and don’t want to continue the story please leave at once and go outside or read a book or something, oh wait your technically reading online so…well whatever

*Alternate Ending

Many years later

So, after a couple of years in prison went by Mrs. Harshwhinny spent all of her time reflecting on her decisions in life and where they got her. Some nights she cried herself to sleep. Other days she just kept to herself looking like she was gonna snap and kill somepony again, but it never happened. Then one day as she sat in her cell staring at the blank wall a police guards pony trotted up to her cell. She barely even noticed him. He stood there looking at her all pathetic like

“Mrs. Harshwhinny” he called her name

She just kept staring at the blank wall without a care in the world

“You have a visitor”

Upon hearing that she turned her head ever so slowly and looked at him, her eyes were bloodshot, and bags had formed under her eyes. She stood up and waited for the guard’s pony to unlock her cell. The guard’s pony opened her cell and had her trot to the visitor center. They both trotted past several gates and other guard’s until they came to a large door. Two guard’s ponies pulled out their key cards and swiped them at the exact same time on the wall mount and soon the door unlocked. The room was filled with metal picnic tables and on the other side I was standing behind the other door. She looked at me with frustration and anger and she looked the other way. The guard’s pony pointed to a table in the center and ordered her to sit

She went to the table and sat down looking down at the table while she sat. The guards pony left, and the doors closed behind him shutting us in, so nothing could get in or out. There was a couple of cameras pointed down at her and I as some other guards’ ponies watched from their TV screens. I walked up to the table and sat down and looked at her. It looked like she had been crying a lot, she also looked a lot skinnier than before, maybe she wasn’t eating enough. I didn’t see any bruises or scars, so she definitely didn’t get beaten up. She seemed like she didn’t want to talk so I decided to break the ice

“I take it you’re doing well” I said

She did not respond and kept her head down. I pulled out her prison file for the past couple of years.

“Says hear that you’ve been behaving well, not getting into fights with any of the other inmates, following the all rules, you don’t seem to eat the food here much, why is that”

She still didn’t respond.

“Okay, then” I put the file down on the table

“Mrs. Harshwhinny I’m gonna be straight with you, I wanna help get you out of here but you got to give me something to work with here”

She then looked up at me with fury in her eyes as they watered up some what

“Why?” she asked

“Um why what”

“Why are you helping me, you destroyed me, ruined everything I worked so hard for?”

“That was all on you, you’re the one who made all those shitty decisions so don’t blame me” I said

She shut up when I said that, and some tears slid down her cheeks

“Then why are you trying to help me” she said

“Because I made a promise and I always keep my promises”

She stared at me as she wiped the tears from her face

“What do you want from me”

“I want you to continue to be good in hear, and if you do, you’ll be able to see your son again”

She was shocked when I said that but then went back to her usual grump face

“You mean my hideous tree son”

I waved my hand as if to say no

“No no no, I mean your real pony son, you see we Rangers are very resourceful when it comes to certain things like science and magic, weapons technology hell we even have our own Research and Development program, and what we did was we took the DNA from your son and was able to make a clone of him, granted it took a couple or tries”

She looked shocked again but in disbelief

“That’s impossible” she said

“Is it really” I turned to the door behind me and motioned with my fingers to bring something forward, a second later the doors opened and standing in the doorway was a guard’s pony and a small foal, the foal had a white coat and blonde hair and black eyes. Mrs. Harshwhinny gave one look and knew that that foal was indeed her son. She teared up again as she looked at him. The foal trotted over ever so slow up to his mother. Mrs. Harshwhinny just kept staring as it reached the table

“Hi mommy” it said so softly

Mrs. Harshwhinny couldn’t take it anymore she got up and hugged her child hugging him tight as streams of tears fell from her face.

“Oh, my baby, I missed you so much” she said sobbing

“I missed you too mommy” as he hugged her back.

She let him go so she could look at him

“You have your father’s eyes”

“Mr. Ranger said I have your hair”

She looked back at me and smiled

“How is this possible”

“It all comes down to science and a little bit of magic”

She turned back to her son on more time before she sat back on the table. I motioned the guard towards me, and he escorted the child out.

“So, do you have a name for him”

Truth be told she never even considered naming her child and it soon raced through her head as to what to call him.

“I’m not sure” she said

“How about Blue Ribbon”

Upon hearing that name she reluctantly agreed as it seem to just fit,

“So, your saying if I continue to be good, I’ll be able to see my son again”

I nodded my head and she understood right away

“Very well then I’ll do whatever it takes to see my son”

I opened up a different file that states that this inmate will continue her program until a certain time, and then and only then will they be released. I slid the paper in front of her and handed her a pen, she took the pen using her mouth and wrote her name down.

“Well that’s it then” I said getting up

“In due time, well see each other again in about five years”

She was adamant about those next five years, but she knew she had a goal to look forward too and knew what was at stake

“We shall see” she said as got up and made her way to the door, I did the same time and both doors opened we walked through them. I walked and the guard’s pony was standing with the child. The foal looked up too me

“Will I ever see her again?”

“You will, if you think you can wait five years”

“I’ll wait as long as it takes, if it means I can see my mom again”

I knelt down and ruffled the foal’s mane

“Good boy, now stay with this nice guard he’ll lead you back okay”

“okay” he said staying close to the guard as possible as he escorted him to the front where his caretaker was waiting for him

“Can I ask you something sir?” one of the guard’s pony said

I got back up and turned to look at him

“What is it?”

“Why do that, go through all the trouble just to bring a child back from the dead and rub it in hear face”

“Because I believe she deserves a second chance, now she has a chance to be the parent that she was meant to be”

He shook his head and went back to his post. I walked back to the front thinking about the next time I’ll be here, it will be with good intentions.

(in Harshwhinny’s Voice) Mrs. Harshwhinny continued to serve her sentence for the next five years, she made it her top priority to stay out of trouble and keep a healthy body as well as a healthy mind for when the time came she would be able to see her son once more, When that time came she found her new purpose in life and raised her son like any mother would. She quit her old job and got a new one as a secretary in Canterlot town hall. It was a steady job but one that allowed time with her son. She fed him, took him to school, loved him and the two were inseparable. In time she forgave herself for what she did and continued to watch over her son and protect him. Over the years and as her son got old, he decided to take on responsibility of scoping out new locations for the Equestria games. She felt comforted in knowing that he took on her old job.

After many long years she passed away peacefully in her sleep. Her son buried her next to her husband in Canterlot Cemetery and every time he visited her a bit could be found at her grave left by an unknown person. He felt comforted that somepony else cared about her and years later he met his own special somepony and had kids of his own and lived a happy life until the end of his days.