Apples'n'Wrenches

Apples ‘N Wrenches

By The Write Bros.

Chapter 2: All In A Day’s Work

Ficks stood in a lush green field, no obstructions around him what so ever... He could see for miles, and tall blades of grass surrounded him. A light, gentle breeze made them sway back and forth, yet Ficks could feel no such wind blowing through his mane. It was as if he was frozen in time and the world was moving on its own accord. The sky cast an orange haze on the horizon as if a fire was raging in the distance. Ficks could not tell whether it was sunrise or sunset.

The fields went on forever. This place, so familiar yet so alien to him, he couldn’t help but feel that he had been here before. This place however, seemed to offer little comfort… only silence. It was a silence that left the field completely void of life; Ficks could not hear the whispering of the wind nor could he even hear his own breathing. He called out in an effort to see if anypony was there, if they would respond yet no words escaped his mouth. Though calm as the fields were, this dwelling silence had left him without a voice. Yet from out of nowhere in the silence, a faint voice called out in the distance…

“Ficks...” the voice called to him in a soothing tone. The voice sounded young and feminine... and familiar. Ficks spun around to see where the origin of the voice had come from. Out of the corner of his eye, Ficks noticed something that he hadn’t seen before. Several feet away, stood a single tree in the field. Its branches looked brittle and broken, and a few dried leaves hung from the ends of the branches. Ficks was almost certain that the voice had come from somewhere around that tree.. Then the voice called out again. “Ficks... can you hear me?” It sounded almost like it was coming straight from the tree itself. Ficks started to trot down the hill. His legs felt slow and sluggish, like it was his first time learning to walk again. “Ficks... where are you?” The voice continued to call out to him. Ficks tried to run faster but his legs would not respond.

Mom? Ficks tried to force the word from his mouth, yet he still couldn’t speak.

“Ficks..!” The voice called out again. It sounded louder than before. Ficks was beginning to approach the tree. Suddenly next to the tree, appeared a white mare. Ficks couldn’t quite make out the face but he was sure it was her. She stood next to the tree, motionless, waiting for him. Ficks was running at full speed but he wasn’t getting any closer to the tree or his mother.

Mom wait! Ficks tried crying out to her again. She couldn’t hear him.

“Ficks...can you hear me?” She called to him again. Her figure was beginning to slowly fade away.

Mom please don’t leave! Ficks was desperately trying to shout at the top of his lungs. Still no sounds came out.

Ficks had finally reached the tree but his mother was gone. “Ficks...” her voice still rang in his ears, “You need to wake up now...”

“MOM!” Ficks shouted, bolting up straight in bed, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat poured down his forehead. He sat there for a moment trying to collect his thoughts, but he was interrupted by a loud banging coming from the attic door of his room.

“Ficks, did ya hear me? Get’cher lazy flank outta bed!” His uncle Hammerplank called from the door as he gave it one last hard kick.

“A...Alright, just a second.” Ficks said.

“Just hurry it up would ya? We got work to do.” Hammerplank replied in a cranky tone.

It had happened again. A recurring nightmare that never seemed to go away. There were some nights he wouldn’t have it, but it always came back to haunt him eventually. It never changed. Always ending the same way, waking up with his heart pounding... and painful memories.

“I hate that dream...” Ficks said, ruffling his mane. He casually glanced around at his room. The morning sunlight peered in through the the roof window of the attic, almost reassuringly after such a dream.There were still some unopened boxes scattered around the floor, as he hadn’t finished unpacking, but there was already some furniture laid out which Hammerplank had provided on his own account. Ficks got out of bed, and opened the hatch-door to the staircase below. As much as he enjoyed having a room in the attic, he hated that door. It made him feel like some sort of prisoner, though he knew that wasn’t the case. He trotted down the stairs to the bottom floor where the workshop was, and walked into the back room where the kitchen was along with a small dining table. There, he spotted Nuttanbolt sitting at the table, with his Uncle Hammerplank eating breakfast with him.

Hammerplank was a light-blue stallion who was about ten years older than Ficksitup’s father, Addemup. He had a grey, messy flat-top styled mane. Unlike his brother, Addem, Hammerplank’s eyes were a blueish grey, and his mark was a wooden plank with a nail going through it, being struck by a hammer. Hammerplank was certainly aptly named, as most of his work around Ponyville had involved in building a decent portion of town. He had helped maintain and repair the town hall, built multiple structures in the marketplace, and even designed some of the housing in Ponyville. He’d been quite the asset, but age and a hard working life however, had finally taken its toll. He now walked with a limp in his right foreleg from a previous work accident that had occurred some time ago and his lower back often broke out in aches and pains. In order to prevent future injuries, ‘Plank was forced to resort to minding a simple repair shop and minimal jobs to keep himself busy.

Despite this, the store was his pride and joy. ‘Plank had bought it from an owner who had once used it for a storage warehouse. Afterwards it was made to suit Hammerplank’s purposes. The main room was the walk-in for where the costumers came in. Near the back was a doorway that led to a small hallway that split in three different directions. Straight through, the hallway led to the kitchen that was located in the back. To the left, the hallway led to the basement and supply room where ‘Plank worked on bigger projects. Finally to the right, the hallway stopped at the foot of a staircase, which led to two more floors. At the second floor was Hammerplank’s office and personal quarters. The third floor contained a small guest bedroom, which was currently being vacated by Nuttanbolt, along with a small bathroom. At the end of the hallway on the third floor was a small set of stairs that led to the attic, and Ficks’ room. Originally the attic was used as a second storage closet, but once Hammerplank’ had gotten word that he’d be having a few guests staying over, he was content to clear out most of the clutter and put in a small bed.

“Hurry up n’ eat your breakfast. You’ve got work to do today, Ficks.” Hammerplank said.

“You’re kiddin’ me! I’ve still gotta finish unpackin’, and I was s’posed to have the day off, right?” Ficks asked in a surprised manner.

“Well, looks like my back doesn’t agree. Besides, last time I checked, you weren’t staying here for free.” Hammerplank said. “I let you n’ Nut come down to live here out of the goodness of my heart, but that does come at a price. You promised to help run the shop and assist me with the customers, so I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain.”

“Yeah, I know Uncle. Don’t worry I have every intention on keepin’ this place in good business.” Ficks said reassuringly.

“Well alright then, glad we could come to an understanding” Hammerplank said, satisfied with his answer. Ficks sat down at the table with everypony else. A light breakfast of greenwhiches and some fruit were laid out on the table.

“You were certainly late gettin’ outta bed this mornin’. What happened to ya?” Hammerplank asked as he took a bite out of his food.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. It’s just that I had a... I had some problems with my alarm clock is all; can’t seem to get that darn thing to work right.” Ficks said with hesitation.

“Oh don’t you give me none’a that..! You’re tellin’ me that you can fix just about anything in Ponyville, yet a lil’ tick-tock machine is givin’ you trouble? Now that just don’t add up.” Hammerplank said as he chuckled at Ficks.

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually...” Ficks said.

“Yeah or maybe you’re so tired ‘cause you were up so late. You weren’t off visitin’ with some mare I don’t know about were ya?” Hammerplank asked, with a smirk on his face.

“I wasn’t doin’ anything like that, I was just helping out a customer. That’s all, I swear” Ficks said.

“We were at Sweet Apple Acres and he was with Applejack the whole time.” Nuttanbolt said in a casual tone.

“NUT!” Ficks said as he glared at his little brother. Nut just smiled back at him.

“What? Not like it was supposed to be a secret or nothin’?” Nut asked in an adorable manner.

“Ahh so that’s where you were foalin’ around so late at night? No suprise, that Applejack has grown into quite a fine mare. I see her occasionally in the marketplace sellin’ her apples... She’s hard workin’, that one...” Hammerplank said, smirking at a now blushing Ficks.

“I’m tellin’ you it wasn’t like that, honest. I was... just helping her family fix the old water pump and then she invited us to stay for dinner. Of course I couldn’t refuse, after all I didn’t wanna be impolite or nothin’. But I swear that’s all that happened!” Ficks said. His cheeks were bright red now. He hated when he felt backed into a corner like this, it just made him more nervous.

“Uh huh, sure you were... Well that’s fine, go ahead and keep your secrets from your ol’ Uncle ‘Plank. But I’m tellin’ ya’... you ought ta’ ask her out quick before somepony else does.” Hammerplank said as he continued to chew his food.

“Alright, alright, just tell me what I’ve gotta’ do today.” Ficks said, rather disgruntled.

“Hold on, lem’me grab the mail…” Hammerplank said as he limped over to the counter to grab the stack of envelopes that were sitting there. He flipped through them looking each one over. He sighed rather heavily at some of the letters.

“What is it?” Ficks asked.

“Of course… more of these darn bills... I’m gettin’ too old for this junk. Yer lucky I don’t make ya help pay for these too, but no matter. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances to do that when yer older... Anyway here, these are the demands for today.” Hammerplank grumbled as he hoofed over the rest of the notes to Ficks.

Ficks looked over the list of orders that the different ponies in Ponyville had made. He chuckled a bit to himself. “These look simple enough. I reckon I should be able to finish by noon.” Ficks said in a bold tone.

“If you say so boy, but you better get yer flank in gear and head out now.” Hammerplank said as he took his seat again.

“Yeah alright, I’m goin’ I’m goin’...” Ficks said as he got up and grabbed the tool bag from the wall. He put on his orange workers vest, making sure his name tag was positioned correctly.

“Hey wait for me big bro!” Nut called out as he jumped down from his seat and started after Ficks.

“Hold it right there ya’ ruffian. Ficks can handle these himself. Besides, I’m gonna need you to help watch the shop and assist me with the walk-ins.” Hammerplank said. Nut stopped in his tracks and sulked back over to the table. He slumped into his seat and crossed his arms as he began to pout.

Ficks walked back over and ruffled his little brother’s mane. “Aww don’t worry about it lil’ guy. You can come with next time okay?” Ficks said reassuringly to Nut. His little brother looked up at him and nodded. Ficks headed to the front door. He grabbed his hat off of the stand nearby and placed it upon his head. “I’ll be back later, take care you two.” Ficks said as he walked out the door. The bell chimed as it opened and closed.

Ficks walked outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. The morning breeze had a cool, refreshing feel to it. He started to walk away from the shop when he noticed something sticking out of the shop’s mailbox. In fact, several things were stuffed inside the mailbox. Ficks inspected it to see what they were. More repair letters? He thought as he pulled the objects from the box. When he inspected the letters, he was a bit baffled by what he was looking at.

The first letter was bright pink and covered in random stickers. It looked like some sort of party invitation instead of an actual repair request. Sure this pony’s got the right address? He thought. He looked closely at the envelope. Sure enough the letter had the shop’s address on it and everything. Ficks shrugged to himself and continued to look at the notes. The next letter was a scroll that was tied up with a red ribbon that had a gold seal on it. It looked like something out of royalty. Ficks noticed that the edges of the parchment had singe marks on it, like it had been burning at one point. Ficks really didn’t know what to make of it as he continued. The next letter shined so brightly that Ficks had to shield his eyes just so he could read the return address. The envelope was pure white and sparkled because it was covered in some sort of glitter. The edges were covered in gold trimmings. Upon closer inspection, Ficks noticed that small jewels were encrusted into the actual parchment. Whoever sent this in obviously had enough class to go around. He looked at the last note. It wasn’t even a piece of paper or an envelope at all. It was just a leaf. Ficks tried to read the hoof writing on it but it was almost impossible to make out. It looked like whoever was writing it had been trembling the entire time. Ficks just shook his head in confusion as he stuffed the four notes into his saddlebag. “Might as well take care of these too... but I think I’ll save ‘em for last.” He said to himself. “… Now, it’s time to get to work.”

Ficks started off towards the front side of town and began making his rounds. It was still so early that most of his costumers weren’t even awake yet. On that account, Ficks tried to start with the problems that would take the least amount of time to fix so he wouldn’t disturb them anymore than he already was. After that he began to move on to the more complex demands. When Ficks started making the repairs around town, he felt energetic and focused. One look at the object that needed fixing and he knew exactly what tools he would need and how long it would take to finish. After awhile Ficks felt like he wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing. It was like his hooves and the tools were doing all the work. It’s what he liked about fixing things. He felt right at home when he was twisting a wrench or hammering in a nail. It felt like he was in his own little world. Time didn’t even seem like a necessity when he was working. Because before he could even stop to think about it, the job was already done. One minute he was replacing a wheel that had broken off of a wagon and the next minute he was hammering in tiles on a rooftop. It was like clockwork, the way he worked.

Ficks walked out of the home of somepony he’d just finished a plumbing issue with, sighing with relief that a good portion of his jobs were complete. Just four more jobs… Ficks thought to himself. Suddnely his stomach growled miserably. It was a little past noon and he hadn’t eaten anything since morning. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a break and get a lil’ bite to eat. But where am I gonna find some lunch? He thought. Then, he remembered Applejack was supposed to be in the marketplace today. A sudden craving of apples overwhelmed him. Luckily the market was just around the corner. Well I did promise I’d visit her today. He thought. So he hurried off in excitement.

After a few minutes of wandering through the rows of stalls and carts in the marketplace, he found Applejack by her apple cart with a look of sheer boredom upon her face. Big Mac stood on the other side of the cart watching costumers trot by.

“Hey, ‘Jack. How’s business?” Ficks asked, closing in on the stand. He waved to Big Mac as well. Big Mac simply smiled and nodded to him. Guess he wasn’t in a conversing mood today.

Applejack looked, shrugged, and spoke. “Hey Ficks... not so good today, don’t know what’s goin’ on. Do the apples look funny to you?”

Ficks inspected the fruits for anything peculiar, or out of place. He couldn’t find anything notable.

“Nope.” Ficks replied rather frankly.

“Does it taste funny? Give it a bite.” Applejack said.

“How bout I pay for it first?” Ficks asked.

“No need Sugarcube. You proably been out workin’ and I bet you’re hungry anyways.” Applejack said in a cheerful manner.

“I insist.” Ficks said, pulling out two bits from his left saddlebag and putting them on the counter.

Applejack was stunned by this. Two bits could buy him about a pound and a half of apples.

“Ficks, you’re overpaying for one apple..!” She said in a stunned and concerned manner.

Ficks looked behind himself to see if anypony was standing behind him. Nope.

“Well, Jack. Looks like you need the business right now anyways. Just keep the bits, Jack.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“Well... Thanks Sugarcube... Tell you what, the next few apples are free!” She said.

“I already paid for ‘em!” Ficks said with a chuckle. They both laughed at that comment for a few seconds, and soon the laughter died down. Ficks then took a bite of the apple, and spoke.

“Tastes fine to me.” Ficks says, taking another bite. That was one thing he loved about Sweet Apple Acres. They always grew the firmest, juiciest apples in Equestria.

“I guess nopony wants any apples today. Maybe they all wanted to eat pears or somethin’ instead.” Applejack said, with a slight chuckle.. There was a small moment of silence between the two. Ficks couldn’t figure it out and neither could Applejack. “Well, I should probably close down the shop, not getting any business anyway… Good to catch up with ya’, Ficks.” Applejack said.

“Yeah, I’ve got some work to do still anyways.” Ficks said. With that, Applejack’s eyes lit up. He’d seen that look before.

“Hey, maybe I can tag along. Big Mac can close up the shop, and I can see how you do your job. Sound good?” Applejack said, almost gleefully.

“Mac, you alright with this?” Ficks asked.

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh said, as usual. Ficks nodded to him, sighed, and looked at Applejack once more. She was just staring at him with a big smile, just waiting for his response.

She knew darned well that he couldn’t say no to that look.

“Alright. I don’t see why not, I’ve only got four jobs left today anyways… Let me tell you, these notes are somethin’ else.” Ficks said, regarding the overly-done-up notes still in his saddlebag.

“Lemme’ see those real quick.” Applejack said playfully, as she snatched the notes from his saddlebag.

“Hey..!” Ficks remarked

“Aww come on sugarcube let me help ya out. Since you don’t have lil’ Nut here to be yer assistant, hows about lettin’ me be yer assistant for today?” Applejack asked. She looked at him with deep eyes.

Ficks got a little nervous again. When she asked him like that, he couldn’t possibly say no. Ficks gulped a few times then spoke. “Well... uh...okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt anypony if ya helped out.” He said. She smiled victoriously at him and began inspecting each note intensely. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“You know what’s funny, Ficks?” Applejack asked.

“What?” He asked back.

“You ain’t gonna believe this, but these notes are from my friends.” Applejack said.

“You serious?” Ficks asked in a suprised manner.

“Yeah, I don’t even have to read the hoof writing to tell ya that. Wow this is so great, now I can introduce ya to all my friends and I’ll get to see ya work.” Applejack said with glee. Ficks looked at her ever-happy expression; he couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this excited. Plus he was pretty anxious to meet her friends anyway, so this all worked out pretty well.

Ficks smiled and replied, “Alright then, where to first?”

“Alright, well we should head to Sugarcube corner since that’s closest; that’s where Pinkie lives.” Applejack said.

“Pinkie?” Ficks asked.

“Oh, right. Sorry, I assume anypony I know already knows her. I forgot yer still pretty new here. Pinkie Pie works at Sugarcube corner as a cook; Mr and Mrs. Cake took her in some time ago, and she’s good at what she does, even if... Uh...” Applejack said, stammering through her sentence. Ficks raised an eyebrow at her difficulty with describing her friend. She wasn’t one to be at a total loss for words. “You’ll see when you meet her.” She said with an almost worried expression on her face.

“Ya’ll take care now.” Big Macintosh said as the two walked away from the applestand.

She took the lead, and Ficks followed. It wasn’t too long before they arrived at Sugarcube Corner. The house was remarkable in its design; Ficks couldn’t help but try to figure out how it stood, given its peculiar shape and look. The foundation itself didn’t even seem possible.

“Here it is. Looks like the note says she needs to have the oven fixed; I’m sure it ain’t nothin’ you can’t handle.” Applejack said, letting Ficks walk up to the door. He turned around and glanced back at Applejack, who gave him a smile of encouragement but at the same time was slowly backing away like she was bracing herself for something. Ficks knocked a couple of times, and the door swung open revealing a pink pony with a gleeful expression on her face.

Ficks hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “…Miss Pie? I’m here to fix the ov-”

“Himynamespinkiepieimhappytoseeyouiwasgettingworriedaboutthestovenotgettingfixedbutnowyourehereisthatapplejackhiapplejackitsgoodtoseey-” Pinkie shouted out the door. She didn’t even stop to breath between sentences.

“Pinkie!” Applejack shouted.

“Sorry, sorry! Let me restart.” Pinkie said, clearing her throat. Ficks looked at the pink pony completely taken a back by what had just happened. “I’m Pinkie Pie, nice to meet you!” She said rather gleefully, offering her hoof to shake. Ficks was utterly puzzled. However, he extended his own hoof and shook it.

“My name’s Ficks.” He said.

“Well duh! Your name is on your vest, silly! You don’t have to tell me that..!” Pinkie said, pointing to his nametag. Ficks looked down at it, tried to think of a response, but couldn’t. She was right.

“Sorry, just a formality. May I come in?” Ficks asked.

“Of course you can, silly! You’re here to fix the oven anyway, right? How could you fix the oven outside? I mean, I guess I could bring it outside but that would be a lot of hassle and it’d be rude to not let you in the hou-”

“Pinkie..!” Applejack said impatiently.

“Sorry! I’m just excited to meet a new friend of yours and get the oven fixed; he is a friend of yours right? I mean if he wasn’t then why would you be here?” Pinkie asked, letting Ficks and Applejack in.

“Yes, he’s a friend; a very good one at that. It’s good to have him back.” She said, removing her hat. Ficks had already done so, but did not know where to put the hat.

“Just put it on the counter over there, it’s no big deal!” Pinkie said gleefully as seemed common for her. Ficks put his hat on the counter, with Applejack doing the same.

“I assume the stove is over there next to the other kitchen appliances?” Ficks asked.

“Yeah, of course it is! Why wouldn’t it be?” Pinkie asked, confused.

“I’ve worked on some weird houses, let’s put it that way.” Ficks answered.

Ficks walked behind the counter, and to the oven. He opened it, grabbed a small lamp, and placed it inside to illuminate the oven. Within moments, he noticed something peculiar.

“Miss Pie, it looks like the pilot light is out. Also, the oven is a might dirty... What’ve you been using this thing for exactly?” Ficks asked.

“Well it wasn’t always me..!” Pinkie said.

Applejack slapped a hoof to her face. “Do I even have to ask?” Applejack asked.

“Nope! Applebloom messed up again. But it wasn’t that bad. This time only half of her batch came out charred and burnt” Pinkie said in an oddly cheery tone.

“Uh, Jack? Try to tell Applebloom not to mess with stuff she doesn’t quite know how to work, would’ja? That’s the second problem she’s caused that I’ve had to fix recently.” Ficks said.

“I have tried to tell her that. She ain’t too good’a listener...” Applejack said with a hint of embarrassment for her little sister.

“Well, like I said. Aside from the oven being dirty, the pilot light’s out.” Ficks said.

“Is that bad?” Pinkie asked in a worried tone, looking in on what Ficks was doing.

“Only if ya’ wanna’ make pastries and other confectionaries. Don’t worry; shouldn’t take long. Just need a match.” Ficks said. He got a small box of matches out of his Saddlebag, and struck it on the lighting surface.

“Before I get started, I’ma give the inside of this oven a good cleanin’. I reccomend ya’ clean it just a little more often, ‘specially with Applebloom gettin’ her cookin’ on.” Ficks said. He grabbed a rag from his saddlebags, and got to work on cleanin’ out the oven. Wasn’t long before the job was done, but it was still grimy as all hay. Just gotta’ get that pilot light up an’ runnin’ again... Ficks thought to himself.

Applejack watched as her friend got to work; How in the world did he figure this stuff out so quickly? She thought. He messed with a knob on the side, lit a match, then twisted a valve. Soon there wash a small flash as the flame in the oven came back to life and Ficks was already done.

“There ya’ go Miss Pie. All done!” Ficks said, getting his head out of the oven and standing up once more.

“Thank you! How much will it cost?” Pinkie asked.

“You’re a friend of the Apple Family, and this was a really simple problem. I’ll let payment slide; not like it would’a cost much anyway.” Ficks said with a smile.

Applejack raised an eyebrow to that one. “Ficks, you’re working on your uncle’s behalf. He’s gonna’ wanna’ see the expected payment. If you’re doin’ favors, I understand but this is a job ain’t it?” Applejack asked.

“Hm, well ya’ got a point there I guess... Doesn’t feel right to take payment for something so small though.” Ficks said, considering the outcome of him bringing finances back.

Pinkie walked over to Ficks with a tray on her back. On it. Was a dozen cupcakes assorted in various colors and even shapes. Ficks could only imagine they tasted different, too.

“Will this work?” Pinkie asked with stars in her eyes.

“Well, um…” Ficks said, stammering to get his sentence out.

“Well, you didn’t accept money as payment so I decided to give you the second best thing! Cupcakes!” She said gleefully.

Ficks was completely puzzled. Turning down payment out of kindness is one thing, but to turn down the fruits of one’s labor, Ficks simply couldn’t do. He also could not argue with her logic.
“Yeah, that’ll certainly do..! Thank you, Miss Pie, these look delicious.” Ficks said, grabbing his hat.

Ficks walked up to the door and held it open, waiting for Applejack. She grabbed her hat, put it on and walked out of Pinkie’s house. “Thank you, Ficks.” She said, proceeding. Ficks soon followed, and the door closed behind him.

It wasn’t long before the door behind them swung open, however. The pink pony hopped out of the door, and galloped in front of the two, stopping them.

“Hey Applejack!” Pinkie shouted.

“...What?” She asked, wodnering what could possibly be so urgent.

“Since you’ve got this friend coming back to ponyville after Celestia knows how long, you know what we should do!?” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Oh no...” Applejack said under her breath.

“What?” Ficks asked regarding Applejack’s statement.

“We should throw a party!” Pinkie said with unbridled glee.

“A party?” Ficks asked, raising an eyebrow at the suggestion. Him coming back wasn’t that important, was it?

“A party!” Pinkie shouted once more.

“Just go with it.” Applejack whispered to Ficks.

“Um. Alright. I guess that sounds fine. When should it be? Who’d come to it anyway?” Ficks asked.

“All of Applejack’s friends, that’s who! We should do this tonight!” Pinkie shouted. Applejack perked up at the statement, and spoke.

“Pinkie, ‘much as I appreciate the idea, we just can’t do it tonight; Ficks still has work to do and I can’t imagine he won’t be tired when he gets home, and I’d like to just sit back and relax. Besides, how are you gonna’ manage to get everypony there tonight? We’re all busy..!” She said.

Pinkie Pie thought for a moment, and said, “Well I guess I cou-”

“Pinkie. Let’s just do this tomorrow, alright?” Applejack said.

“Okay! I’ll go tell everypony!” Pinkie said as she started to hop away, but was stopped by Ficks.

“Miss Pie, while I appreciate it I really don’t think you need to let everpony know right now...” Ficks said.

“Oh don’t you even worry your pretty little head Fixy or Fixems or...wait what was it?” Pinkie pie asked.

“It’s Ficks.” He said with reluctance.

“Right I knew that.” Pinkie said as she slammed the door leaving the two to continue on their way. Without a doubt, Pinkie was one of the most peculiar ponies Ficks had ever met.

“So, who’s next on the list?” Ficksitup asked.

“Hmm...” hey looky here at this one.”Appljack said as she pulled out the scroll with the ribbon tied around it. “I know where this one came from, these are the pieces of paper that Twilight uses to write her notes with”

“Twilight? That’s quite a name right there.” Ficks said with an impressed look on his face.

“Yeah, she’s the unicorn that’s stayin’ at the library in Ponyville.” Applejack said.

“Unicorn?” Ficks asked with both eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t believe it but, Twilight is actually one of Princess Celestia’s students. She’s real gifted in usin’ magic. So she’s really somethin’ else.” Applejack responded in an almost bragging tone.

“Are you pullin’ my leg, or what? A student of Celestia’s? How in the world did you meet somepony of that stature?” Ficks asked.

“Let’s just say she’s pretty new to Ponyville as well sugarcube.” Applejack said.

“Yeah that’s true, you always have been the welcome wagon for anypony new in town.” Ficks said smiling at her.

“Oh you, always knowin’ how to make a mare feel special.” She said. Their eyes met for a moment and Ficks could feel himself turning a little red.

“Yeah, I guess.” Ficks said letting out a light chuckle. Then everything was silent for a moment. “Erm, anyway I guess we shouldn’t keep your friend waiting.”

“Oh right, yeah let’s go” Applejack said. Ficks trotted closely behind her since he figured she knew the way to the library. It was nice to have her tagging along and introducing him to her friends. Yet Ficks couldn’t help feel uncomfortable with her around him now. He had no idea why though. He glanced over at her, and for the first time he really noticed how much her blond mane gleamed in the sunlight like locks of gold, just how red the three apples adorning her fl- What the heck am I doin’? Why am I starin’ at her flank!? He thought in panic.

“Uh, Ficks? Somethin’ catch your eye?” Applejack asked.

“What? Uh, no. I just uh... I needed to readjust my saddlebag that’s all.” Ficks said nervously. He began adjusting the straps hastily on his saddlebag while Applejack stared at him intently.

“...Right. Well come on, we’re almost to the library.” Applejack said. As soon as she turned around he breathed a sigh of relief. What’s gotten into me? He thought.

A few minutes later, they approached a particularly massive tree adorned with windows and a balcony. This was one of the more peculiar structures Ficks had seen; considering it wasn’t really much of a structure at all. It was just a tree. It looked like some filly had built their own tree-house and had gotten a little carried away. The two trotted up to the door and Ficks knocked on it.

Nopony answered the door. Ficks tried knocking again. There was still no answer. “Do ya think she’s not home or somethin’?” Ficks asked.

“Oh she’s home alright, she’s probably just up in her room with her head stuck in a book again” Applejack said. She went ahead and opened the door. Ficks hesitated for a moment and then followed her in.

He was amazed by the interior of the library. The tree had pretty much been hollowed out and replaced with shelves and shelves full of books. In a corner, stood a small pedestal with parchment and an ink vial resting atop it. Ficks inspected the papers. Some of them had bits of notes scribbled on them. Others were a list of ingredients. One seemed to read an incantation for some sort of spell. Another seemed to be a map of stars and constellations. Whatever they were, it didn’t make an inch of sense to Ficks. Other than the stacks of papers that were sprawled all over the place, the library seemed to be very organized.

“Hey Twilight where you at? I got somepony you need to meet!” Applejack shouted. There was a loud thump from upstairs as another door opened up. A light purple shaded unicorn came trotting down the stairs. She spotted Applejack and gave a hearty smile.

“Oh Applejack hey, it’s so good to see you. I’ll admit though I wasn’t expecting anypony today. You sort of caught me at a bad time. I was just upstairs studying another one of the books I was reading on the constellations and zodiacs. I just couldn’t put it down. I’ve been reading all day.” Twilight said as she greeted her friend.

Applejack rolled her eyes amusingly, “Yeah I figured that’s what you were up to. But you really weren’t expecting anypony today?” Applejack asked.

“Nope. I dedicated the whole day to reading.” Twilight said, still grinning.

“So you completely forgot about the letter you sent to the repair pony?” Applejack asked.

“Wait how did you know about that? He’s not here already is he?” Twilight asked. Her smile was now gone. Applejack moved aside to reveal the blue stallion who was still admiring all the little trinkets that were laid out on some of the shelves. Ficks suddenly realized that all eyes were on him and spun around in surprise, knocking over a small statue in the process.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry about that. Uh... my name’s Ficksitup. I’m here to fix your problem.” Ficks said, a little embarrassed now.

“Don’t worry about that. I think I should actually be the one who is sorry.” Twilight said with a reassuring smile, “I was so caught up in my studies that I completely forgot you were supposed to be coming over today. Honestly it seems no matter how organized I am, I always forget something.”

“It’s no problem miss. So, how can I help?” Ficks asked as he removed his hat and placed it on a nearby desk.

“Well you see, it’s the library balcony out there.” Twilight said.

“What about it? It seemed okay to me outside.” Ficks said.

“That may be so, but when I tried walking out on it a few days ago, it felt really wobbly. It’s like something heavy landed on it and knocked some of the support beams loose. I really can’t imagine what could have caused it.” Twilight said.

“I see. Well then I’ll go take a look. But uh what exactly is so important about that balcony of yours anyway?” Ficks asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Well, sometimes I keep my telescope out there and use it to stargaze and take notes on the constellations I watch. It’s a really good place to watch the stars when I can’t go to my usual spot on the hilltops just outside of Ponyville.” Twilight responed proudly.

“Wow so you like the stars eh? I enjoy lookin’ out at the night sky too every once and awhile.” Ficks said, trying to make some sort of a good impression. He could tell this unicorn had brains and was a heck of a lot smarter than he was. He didn’t want to seem like an imbecile.

“Oh so you know about constellations too? Tell me do you know what month the constellation Equuleus can be seen the most clearly during the night?” She asked with bright enthusiasm.

“Uh... well... Sorry, I... Well frankly I just think the stars are kinda’ pretty is all. Never really bothered to know their names.” Ficks said.

Twilight gave a bitter look of disappointment, “Well do you know anything about space?” She asked in desperation.

Ficks got a little nervous, “Uh... sure... Yeah, I know my planets pretty well. Let’s see... ya got Earth, Mares, Unicury, and … uh Plutony?” He said with a weak smile. Twilight just responded with an unimpressed look.

“Actually it was confirmed quite a few years ago that Plutony is in fact only a foal planet. So in truth, it is no longer an actual planet in the Celestial System.” Twilight said. Ficks just looked at the ground in defeat. “You really don’t know anything about astronomy and astrology do you?” She asked.

“No I don’t. I guess I sorta skipped that stuff in school.” Ficks confessed.

“Oh well, that’s okay I guess. Anyway, I know you didn’t come here to talk about stars. Lets get down to business shall we?” Twilight asked as she began walking outside. Ficks followed her with his head hung low in shame. Somehow this unicorn managed to make him feel dumber than a pile of sticks in less than a minute. Applejack walked behind Ficks looking at him with a worried expression.

“You okay sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Ficks responded.

The three of them walked outside and around the tree until they were right under the balcony. Ficks looked up and inspected the beams trying to see if he could find anything obvious. “I can’t see anything from here, I’m gonna have to get up higher. Um you wouldn’t happen to have a ladder I could use, would you?” He asked Twilight.

Twilight just gave him another stupefied look. “Why would I have a step ladder? Shouldn’t you have one for jobs like these?” Twilight asked.

“Have you ever seen somepony carry around a ladder all day? It’s not exactly practical.” Ficks said.

“But didn’t you read my letter? I’m sure I wrote in there what the issue was. Which means you would have known to bring a ladder in the first place, right?” She asked him. Ficks just stood there in silence. He hadn’t even bothered to read the letters since he’d saved them for last. Not to mention that Applejack had been holding onto them the whole time. Ficks began to feel very foolish.

“Well I guess you’ve got a point there...” He stated.

“You don’t seem to be very organized today Mr. Ficks” Twilight claimed. Applejack opened her mouth to object at Twilight’s rather hasty comment but Ficks spoke first.

“Now hold on there Miss Twilight. I may not be the smartest stallion ‘round, and I may not be the best prepared either, but I got a job to do and I’mma get it done no matter what.” Ficks said boldly. Applejack was a bit shocked. She’d never seen Ficks act this way towards anpony before.

“And how do you intend to do that?” Twilight asked him, oblivious to his increasing irritation.

He thought for a moment then spoke, “I’ll just go out on the balcony myself and fix it from there. I’ve got a hammer and some nails. So I should be able to fix it just fine.” He said as he began walking back towards the front door.

“Wait, WHAT?” Both Applejack and Twilight said at the same time. They started after him.

“Ficks you can’t do that, it’s too dangerous.” Applejack said.

“She’s right, even I won’t risk going out there.” Twilight said

“I know what I’m doing alright.” Ficks said harshly. He entered the library and trotted up the stairs. He approached the door that led to the balcony and opened it. Unorganized am I? I’ll show her a thing or two. Ficks thought angrily. He looked at the balcony and scanned for anything that looked structurally unsafe. Everything seemed fine. He cleared his throat and slowly placed one hoof onto the platform. He could feel a few of the floorboards creak under his weight but nothing seemed to give way. Applejack and Twilight watched nervously from behind. Ficks placed a second hoof onto the balcony. So far so good. He thought. With one last stride he placed all four hooves onto the balcony and slowly began to make his way towards the side by the railing. He peered over the side and spotted one of the support beams. Sure enough the beam had come loose from whatever it was that caused it. Ficks pulled out his hammer and reached into his saddlebag for some nails. “Alright I see where it needs to be reinforced, now all I gotta do is hammer in a f-” He began, then suddenly he heard the floorboards groan underneath him.

The last thing he saw were the horrified looks of Applejack and Twilight as the floorboards underneath him gave way and he began plummeting towards the ground. The next thing he knew, he found himself lying on his back looking at the sky. He tried to get up but a sharp pain struck him in his hind leg. Ficks cringed in agony. Stupid... that was really stupid. He thought. Applejack and Twilight galloped over to where Ficks was lying. He was now covered in leaves and dirt. He also had a few scrapes on his legs.

“Oh my gosh Ficks! Ficks are ya alright?” Applejack asked hysterically.

“Oh no, okay just wait there. I’ll go and get the doctor right away!” Twilight said in a panicked manner.

“No no, I don’t need a doctor. I’m fine. I can walk.” Ficks said. He got up, fighting the sting that now burned in his back leg. Applejack rushed to his side and helped him up.

“Are you sure?” Applejack said. Ficks just looked at her with cold eyes.

“I’m sure. It’s just a scratch.” Ficks said.

“Oh no, look at the balcony. Now how are we supposed to get it fixed?” Twilight asked looking up at the gaping hole on the balcony floor.

“Twilight! This is hardly the time to be thinkin’ about that!.” Applejack said.

“I’m sorry Applejack, you’re right what am I thinking? Ficks are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Twilight asked.

“I said...I’ll be fine.” Ficks started. “Listen, I’m... I’m really sorry Twilight. I can’t do anything about the balcony right now. I’mma have to make another day to come down here and fix it when I’m... better equipped.”

Twilight nodded her head in understanding. Applejack ran into the library and grabbed Ficks’ hat off of the desk. She returned and helped place it back atop his head. Ficks got up and started walking away, leaning himself against Applejack for support.

“I guess I’ll see you later Twilight...” Applejack said. The two of them left the library leaving Twilight to tend after the fallen branches and broken wood... as well as her own guilt.

They had been walking for awhile, not speaking to one another. Ficks had barely noticed that he had taken to Applejack for support, who seemed unphased by it.

“Hey. I think I can walk now.” Ficks said.

“Ya sure sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks for helpin’ me out.” Ficks said. He pulled away from her slowly. He now had to limp to dull the pain.

“Ficks you don’t look good, maybe you should just go home. I’m sure my friends can wait a little longer to get their problems sorted out. Right now you should go home and get some rest.” Applejack said. Ficks smiled lightly at her generosity, and began to speak again.

“I appreciate your concern ‘Jack, but I have to kindly refuse. Like I said, I have a job to do and I won’t rest until it gets done.” Ficks said. Applejack stared at him in disbelief. Ficks really had changed since she last saw him.

“Alright if ya insist sugarcube.” Applejack said.

“So where to next?” He asked.

Applejack looked at the next letter, which was the one that sparkled and had the encrusted jewels on it. “Hoh boy, this one oughta’ be a doozy…” She said as she read the address. “Hope you remembered some’a yer manners from Manehattan, ‘cause Rarity is one tough unicorn to impress.”

“Wait a sec… we’re goin’ to see Miss Rarity now?” Ficks asked. Great another unicorn... he thought in dismay.

“Well yeah, who’d ya think we were goin’ to see? Princess Celestia herself?” She asked with a chuckle.

“It’s not that... it’s just… I hardly think I’m lookin’ anywhere decent enough to be steppin’ in a shop’a that kinda of quality lookin’ like this…” Ficks said as he inspected himself.

He just now noticed that the day’s work had finally effected his overall appearance. Besides the incident at the library that had left him scraped and bruised, he was covered in sweat and dirt, his hat was dusty, and his mane and tail were ruffled even more than usual. To put it simply, he was a mess.

Applejack just laughed at him. “Oh come on Sugarcube, you know I was just jokin’ with ya and besides, ya’ never cared too much how ya’ looked ‘round anypony else, or even me, for that matter.” Applejack stated.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Ficks said, trying to feel a little more reassured, but he was still nervous.

They approached the building where Rarity lived. Ficks looked at it in awe. The building certainly looked like the most intricate out of all the other structures in Ponyville. It looked as though somepony had taken a piece of Canterlot, stuck it there, and had forgotten to come back for it.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen somethin’ quite like that in Ponyville before. Certainly looks new compared to all the other houses here.” He said, still admiring the outside structure.

“Well from what Rarity’s told me, it’s pretty much been around as long as the other places here. She’s just spruced it up a bit for her lil’ fashion business.” Applejack said.

The two approached the door, but Ficks stopped right where he was, and spoke. “Listen, I think you should knock this time.” Ficks said, somewhat nervously.

“Are you still worried about how you look right now? Alright, fine. I’ll knock for ya’...” Applejack said, rolling her eyes and knocking on the door. “Rarity! Hey, ya’ home?” She shouted at the door.

She opened the door and walked in. Ficks peered over her shoulder, while remaining by the door. The interior decoration, to him, was just as pretty as the outside. Purple, gold, and ivory, was strewn about all over the place. Applejack looked around the store for Rarity, to find her at the furthest corner working almost obsessively over yet another dress. Rarity stopped what she was doing to greet her friend.

“Ah Applejack my dear so good to see you, have you finally come to take up my offer to get something done about that mane of yours?” Rarity asked in a cheerful manner.

“Nah, I’m just stoppin’ by with a friend.” Applejack replied.

“Oh well if that’s the case, then I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a rather unfavorable time. I have to get this dress done by tonight and I’m still waiting for that repair pony to get here to fix my sewing machine.” Rarity said in an exhausted tone.

“Uh Rarity...” Applejack said.

“Of all the times that confounded machine had to break it had to be now, right when I have over ten different orders coming in...” Rarity said. Applejack rolled her eyes in frustration.

“Settle down Rarity, the rep-” Applejack began.

“I can’t just settle down Applejack. I have dozens of dresses to make, my machine is broken which means I have make them all by hoof, and that confounded repair pony is still not here!” Rarity complained as she threw her hooves up.

“Rarity! I said the repair pony is here!” Applejack shouted in frustration. Rarity looked up at her friend and smiled lightly.

“Well why didn’t you say so dear?” Rarity asked politely. Applejack rolled her eyes and walked away to let Ficks handle matters from there. He stepped inside the shop and walked towards the white unicorn with haste. Rarity dropped what she was doing, galloped towards him, and spoke.

“Thank goodness you’re finally here; my sewing machine has stopped working and I ne- Goodness where are my manners. I am Rarity and welcome to my boutique sir.” She said calmly.

“I’m Ficks, pleasure to mee-” He began.

“Yes yes that’s nice, now if you’ll please. I believe you are here to fix my problem?” Rarity asked impatiently.

“Well yes but weren’t you gonna tell me ab-” Ficks started before he was abruptly interrupted again.

“Now now, there’ll be plenty of time for chit chat later. Musn’t waste anymore time. That machine isn’t going to fix itself you know.” Rarity said

“Uh okay. I guess that’s the sewing machine over there?” Ficks said, gesturing at the object on the table she had left the dress on.

“Yes, that’s the one. It simply stopped working, and I can’t get it working again! Nopony has any of them in stock, and I simply must get this dress done by tonight!” Rarity said.

“I understand, I’ll see what I can do then.” Ficks said as he approached the work table.

Before him, laid a defunct sewing machine. He pulled out a screwdriver from his saddlebags, removed the top, and began his work. He peered inside looking at all the rods and drives that formed the inside structure of the machine.

“Well?... What’s wrong with it?” Rarity asked peering over Fick’s shoulder.

“Hmmmm, I don’t think I can see anything that’s wr- ” Ficks started as he moved a wire aside. He saw something glimmering near the bottom of the machine where the threads were fed into the rods. “Wait, there’s somethin’ jammed in between two of the feed gears.” He said. He pulled out his pliers and placed them inside the machine. He moved them around until he felt that he’d grabbed onto something and gave a small tug. Immediately he pried a small gemstone from the gears and placed it onto the table. Rarity stood in disbelief as she stared at the crystal jewel. “Now I haven’t done a lot of sewing in my days but I’m pretty sure that ain’t supposed to be in there.” Ficks said.

“Oooooooh... I knew I never should have let Sweetiebelle borrow my machine for that talent show of hers.” Rarity said as she stomped her front hoof on the floor in frustration.

“Well I’m sure she didn’t mean to cause ya any harm. It was probably just an accident.” Ficks said.

“She could have broken it! This would have been terrible for business! Do you even know how long it would have taken to get a quality machine like this replaced?” She asked.

Ficks just scratched his head and shrugged at Rarity. She continued to stare intently at him. She was being completely serious. “Uh, I guess it would probably take a few weeks or so to get a new one. With a business like yours I assume it would be difficult for ya to get anything done around here until it arrived” Ficks said.

“Exactly. Well it’s good to see that you at least have some common sense on this delicate matter... Still, I suppose thanks are in order for doing this little favor for me and of course you will be paid handsomely for a job well done.” Rarity said. She pulled out a small purse and opened it up. “Alright then, how much will it be?”

“Well it was a pretty easy fix, so I guess it’ll just be five bits for it all.” Ficks said cheerfully.

“Very well then. Five bits it is.” Rarity said. She pulled out five coins and began to hoof them to Ficks. Suddenly she stopped and made a slightly distorted face, and took a couple of steps back. “On second thought, here let me take care of that” She said, using her magic to open a pocket in Ficks’ saddlebag and let the coins fall gently into the pouch while keeping her distance.

“Uh… thanks..?” Ficks said in a confused manner.

“It’s nothing personal dear, it’s just that cleanliness is well… good for business and I’m afraid I can’t risk soiling my hooves right now. After all I still have dresses to make.” Rarity said. She tried to sound as polite as she could about the whole thing, but Ficks couldn’t help but feel a bit taken aback by her comment.

“Right, well I guess I’ll be goin’ now. I hope you have yourself a fine day Miss Rarity” Ficks said as he began walking to the door. He tried to hide his expression of discomfort.

“Yes yes, thank you... Now if you’ll excuse me I have to finish my work. So many dresses to make and so little time…” Rarity finally said as she wandered off to the far side of the boutique to fetch a couple more pieces of fabric. Ficks walked out of the store and walked over to where Applejack was waiting for him.

“Sorry I didn’t stay in there with ya’, I thought I’d let’cha do yer job without me causin’ a ruckus with Rarity. Sometimes we get into the darnedest arguments and it makes quite the scene so I thought I’d just let you two get acquainted. So what’dya think of her?” Applejack asked enthusiastically.

Ficks stood there for a moment then gave her a light smile. “She seems like a very nice mare.” He lied. Once Applejack had turned around, the smile disappeared from his face. Ficks didn’t feel like telling her about what Rarity had said to him, even though it didn’t sit well with him at all...

“So looks like we just have one last stop and then yer all done for the day.” Applejack said

“Well actually ‘Jack, we have two stops to make before I’m done.” Ficks replied. She gave him a puzzled look.

“If you don’t mind I’d like to stop by the shop to…well…clean up a bit before I run that final errand.” He said with some reluctance.

“Oh now don’t tell me that Rarity actually made a fuss about you bein’ all dirty n’ stuff Ficks? Don’t worry about it sugarcube, she’s always been stubborn as a mule ‘bout that kind’a thing. It ain’t got nothin’ to do with ya’.” Applejack said. Ficks smiled, reassured just a little bit by her comment. She suddenly smelled a pungent odor that seemed to be coming from Ficks.

“Though I will admit, ya do kinda’ stink Ficks” She said chuckling.

“Yeah yeah, very funny. Anyway come on, let’s get to the shop so I can take care of that and then we can go and help out that last friend of yours.” Ficks said.

They approached the shop a few moments later. Applejack looked up at the sign hanging above the door. She smiled as she admired the shop’s exterior. “Looks like yer uncle has been keepin’ the shop in good condition.” She said as Ficks walked towards the door.

“Yeah, this shop is his pride and joy. Anyway I’ll just be a sec. Would you like to come in for awhile?” Ficks asked.

“Nah it’s alright sugarcube. I’ll wait our here. You just go ahead n’ clean yerself up. Don’t worry I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Applejack said.

Ficks smiled and nodded. He walked into the shop and took his hat and vest off. With haste, he trotted up the stairs towards the bathroom. Ficks then proceeded to wash himself. What a mess... he thought. In a short time, he was as clean as he was this morning when he awoke. He left the bathroom, and as he came walking back into the main room of the shop, he saw Nut standing by his stuff, eagerly waiting for him.

“Wow, you’re back already?” Nut asked with excitement.

“Hey lil’ guy. Well no, not exactly. I just stopped by to clean myself up, I still have one more job to do before I’m all done for the day.” Ficks answered.

Nut’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I go with? Please, please big bro?” He asked in desperation.

“And what about the shop and Uncle ‘Plank? He ain’t gonna be too happy when he finds out his only assistant has run off.” Ficks said.

“You kiddin’? This place was soooo boring. While I could have been helpin’ you out, I ended up cleaning all the shelves and reorganizing the entire tool cabinet. Almost nopony came in today. Besides he’s down in the basement fixin’ Celestia knows what. You gotta let me go with. Please.” Nut said. Ficks looked at him and sighed.

“Alright fine. But you gotta promise to be on yer best behavior” Ficks said, as he put on his vest, toolbag, and donned his hat once more. Nut followed him hastily out of the door. Ficks looked to his left to find Applejack, sitting against the store’s front, hat tipped down for shade.

“I didn’t take that long, did I?” Ficks asked sarcastically.

Applejack tipped her hat up and spoke. “Nah. Just bright out today.” She said.

“Not for too much longer, I don’t think. Sun’s settin’. We ought’a get movin.” Ficks said, offering a hoof to help Applejack up.

“Repayin’ the favor, Ficks? My leg ain’t hurt y’know.” Applejack said as she got up on her own.

“No, just trying to be helpful. C’mon, let’s head out.” Ficks said, as he gestured the two to follow. He walked next to Applejack while Nut followed close behind. “So, this fourth friend’a yours... What’s her name?” Ficks asked.

“Name’s Fluttershy. Real good with animals and other small critters.” She said. Ficks looked back at his little brother and received Nut’s mischievous grin once more.

“What about nosey lil’ siblings?” Ficks asked in a joking manner.

“Funny you’d mention that. She once had to watch Applebloom and her friends... Turned out alright, but looking at the note, she needs her table repaired and I can’t help but figure it’s the same table that those rascals broke.” Applejack said, rolling her eyes at the thought.

After a few turns and straight-aways, the amount of buildings faded. Not too far in the distance, a small cottage could be seen just on the edge of the Everfree forest.

As they approached the house, Ficks couldn’t help but be taken aback by how many creatures freely wandered around the yard. He looked back to see what Nut was doing, and could see his little brother watching the the different animals run amok with a certain look of enthusiasm on his face.

“Come on little guy.” Ficks said with a chuckle, as he gestured to his little brother to catch up with them. Before they got to the door, Applejack put a hoof in front of Ficks.

“If her name wasn’t enough of a sign, she’s rather shy towards new folk. Let me take care of this one, alright?” Applejack said, in an almost concerned manner. This mare really must be shy for Applejack to give such an important warning. Ficks nodded in agreement. Applejack walked up to the door and knocked lightly. A few seconds passed and then from behind the door a faint voice could be heard. “Umm... nopony’s here right now.”

“Fluttershy. It’s me, just open the door would’ja?” Applejack said in an impatient tone. There wasn’t a response. The door however finally opened with hesitation. Ficks watched as a light yellow mare stepped out from behind the wooden door. Her long pink mane fell loosely along her head. Her bangs covered one of her eye to the point it looked like she was hiding behind her hair. From behind her hair, Fluttershy peeked outside to see an un-familiar Blue stallion and colt. She drew back into her house and attempted to close the door, to which Applejack responded by putting herself in the door half-way. Applejack knew full well Fluttershy wouldn’t be able to close the door on one of her best friends.

“The repairman’s here to work on the table Fluttershy. No need to be afraid, he’s one of my friends.” Applejack said, attempting to comfort her friend.

Fluttershy was still doubtful, but responded, “Sorry... it’s just that it got so late that I began to think he wasn’t coming so I just decided to lock the door and go to bed.” She said apologetically.

Ficks approached her slowly. “There’s no need to apologize ma’am. I’m the one who should be sorry. I sort of ran into some... delays. So that’s why it took so long to get here.” Ficks said attempting to make amends for his tardiness. Fluttershy began to back up into the house again. The look on her face said she was still nervous about him. Ficks stopped advancing and took another moment to speak. “Sorry, where are my manners? My name is Ficksitup. I received your note about a table that needed to be fixed. So here I am.” He said with a smile.

Some of the anxiety in her face let up but she was still hesitant. “Oh yeah, that’s right. I sent a note. I was well... I was hoping that maybe the note would have just gotten lost. After I sent it I didn’t want to get the table fixed anymore... but you’re here so I guess that’s okay too...” Fluttershy said with her head looking at the floor. Ficks scratched his head in confusion. This pegasus was certainly a peculiar one.

“Now that don’t seem to be much of a convenience. I mean what’s the use in keepin’ a broken table around in such a fine little house as yours?” Ficks asked. He was making what little attempt he could to get a proper answer out of her.

“Well... I was going to throw it out, but I’ve had it for so long that I... just couldn’t possibly get rid of it.” She replied back to him. Ficks shook his head in defeat. There was no use in trying any longer.

“Alright, I understand. Just go ahead and show me the table and I’ll see if I can work my magic.” Ficks said.

She looked up at him and stood there silently. An immense awkward feeling filled the entire room. “...Oh do you mean right now?” Fluttershy asked.

“Well... I suppose I can always come back tomorrow.” Ficks said in a heavy sarcastic voice. Fluttershy lowered her head again, this time so low that her hair drooped around the floor.

“I understand... I’m sorry to have wasted your time...” She said in a somewhat regretful tone.

Ficks slapped a hoof over his face. “No no, I wasn’t being serious. Of course I’d like you to show me the table now, please.” He said. Of all the costumers he had to deal with, this one took the cake.

Fluttershy just nodded and gestured Ficks to follow her into the next room. Ficks looked inside of the house for a table, but did not find one. Instead, he found a mangled mess of wood and nails, all twisted together in ways that didn’t even seem possible. The shape that the wood formed reminded him of some abstract modern art statue that appeared in those fancy museums.

“Umm... is this it?” Ficks asked. He was hoping it was some sort of prank that was being pulled on him, but Fluttershy just looked at him and nodded in all seriousness. Ficks sighed and looked back at the table, or at least what was left of it. “I don’t mean to prod or nothin’ but... how exactly did this happen? You didn’t do this, did you?” He asked her.

“Oh no no no, I didn’t do this. I mean I wouldn’t really know what to do with a table. I mean well this table didn’t really serve any purpose. I just sort of let it sit here. Or well... you know...” She said. Ficks could tell she was getting nervous again but he didn’t want to provoke her anymore.

“Pretty much when my lil’ sister and her friends were stayin’ over for the night, their rambunctious behavior ended up getting the table broken. Then to make things worse they went n’ tried to fix it themselves with some hammers and nails.” Applejack chimed in to save her friend.

“Uh... I don’t really know how to put this Fluttershy, but honestly... there are some things that even I can’t fix. I’m afraid this table’s no good anymore.” Ficks said with a pang of guilt. He really did feel bad that he couldn’t do anything to restore the table to it’s former beauty. In a way, it almost hurt his pride as well. He could fix almost anything, yet... for the first time, he couldn’t live up to his reputation. This time Ficks hung his head in shame.

“Oooh, I knew I should have just gotten rid of it. I’m really sorry. Now I really have wasted your time here.” Fluttershy said. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Please Miss Fluttershy it’s not your fault. I just can’t do anything to fix it, that’s all.” Ficks said trying to stop the pegasus from making a scene in her own house.

“I don’t see what the fuss is all about. Why dont’cha just make a new table, big bro?” Nut said from out of the blue. He had wandered in from the other room when he’d overheard the situation.

Ficks’ ears pricked up when he heard Nut’s suggestion. “Hey! That’s it. Nut yer a genius! Gosh why didn’t I think of that?” Ficks said as he grabbed his little brother, and gave him a one-armed hug and ruffled his mane. “You sure are a smart lil’ colt. Now I know why I let ya tag along”

“No problem big bro.” Nut replied with a smile on his face.

Applejack laughed at the two siblings. “Gosh you two sure are cute when you’re acting like that.” she said. Nut smiled generously at her while Ficks began blushing a little.

“Uh, well, thanks... I guess...” Ficks said, struggling to reply coherently, to which Applejack giggled at. “So anyway, Nut where in the heck have you been all this time anyway? Once we’d come in, you went and wandered off and I didn’t see ya until now.”

Nut just smiled innocently and replied, “Well I was lookin’ around the house just lookin’ at all the stuff here when...” Suddenly out of nowhere a small rodent like creature popped out of Nut’s mane. “... I found this little guy.” He said as he looked up at the animal now eyeballing everypony in the room.

Ficks jumped back a few feet. “What is that?” he asked in panic. The creature looked up at Ficks with beady little eyes. It had a small, slender body and small little paws that it used to cling to Nut’s mane. It’s tail wagged around in all directions as if it had a mind of its own. At one point, its mouth seemed to quiver into what looked like a little smile.

“Oh my...” Fluttershy said. “That’s a baby ferret. Isn’t he just the cutest?” Suddenly out of nowhere, a carrot struck her in the back of the head. Everypony turned around so see a small white rabbit hopping away with an angered expression.

“What the heck was that all about?” Ficks asked. Fluttershy was a little shocked but she just shrugged it off and rubbed the back of her head.

“Oh sorry, that’s Angel. He’s my little pet bunny. He doesn’t seem to get along with much of the other animals here... especially ferrets.” She replied, “Bunnies and ferrets don’t always get along too well. I could never get rid of Angel. So I’m not sure I can look after this little one anymore...” She gestured at the ferret that was still dancing on top of Nut’s head.

Nuttanbolt’s expression turned into one of hopefulness. Ficks knew that look; a full on cheesy grin with barely contained excitement.

“Nut, I don’t know if we can take care of a pet right now...” Ficks said.

“Aaw! Come on! I’ve never had a pet before!” Nut said, pleading to Ficks. He was making a sad eyed face that would have even given Applebloom a run for her money.

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of, Nut.” Ficks said.

“Sugarcube, last I recall you’ve never had a pet either, right?” Applejack asked.

“No, the city was never a place for a pet.” Ficks said.

“Well, we don’t live in the city anymore, Ficks!” Nut said with the continued use of his grin and desperate eyes.

“Ficks if I might make a point on the whole issue here. Nut’s pretty new to the town, which means he ain’t got too many friends right now. With a little critter like this, it’d make a perfect companion for a lonely colt like him.” Applejack implied.

“Yeah? Well I never had anypony to be my friend either and I turned out just fi-” Ficks began but stopped himself after he realized what he’d just said. He looked at Applejack who’s face now had a look of utter shock. “I’m... I’m sorry ‘Jack. That ain’t what I meant by that.” Ficks said. Stupid...Stupid! He thought to himself.

“It’s alright sugarcube, I understand what you were implying.” Applejack said with her eyes looking at the floor. The tone in her voice suggested that she was still a little hurt by his comment.

“It’s up to Fluttershy anyway.” Ficks said.

“I don’t mind. It seems like he’s very fond of him anyway.” Fluttershy said. She wasn’t kidding. The ferret seemed to be rooted to his head like his paws were actually glued to Nut’s hair. Ficks soon realized that all eyes were fixed upon him with anticipation, waiting for an answer. The ferret even stopped climbing all over Nut as if he was listening too. Guess I have no choice. He thought.

“But, y’know, Nut... We’d still have to ask ‘Plank either way.” Ficks said

“Well then let’s take him home and ask him.” Nut suggested impatiently.

Ficks sighed in dismay. “Ugh alright ya lil’ pain in the flank. We’ll take him home.” Ficks said. Nuttanbolt’s face lit up with delight. Even the ferret seemed to act excited because it had started running around Nut’s head even more energetically than before. “But remember... if Hammerplank says no, then he’s gotta go.” He added. Nut nodded in understanding and trotted off to play with his new companion.

“Well I guess that wraps things up then.” Applejack said.

“Oh, right. Anyway miss Fluttershy. I hope you don’t mind, but if you’d like I can build you a brand new table and bring it here when it’s finished.” Ficks said as he turned back to Fluttershy who was now sitting in a corner. She had spaced out awhile ago so she looked at him as if she had just awoken from a nap.

“Oh... well, I guess that’s fine if you know... that’s what you want to do. I mean I don’t mind. Though, I don’t know if I still want another table right now...” Fluttershy said in her usual shy tone.

“Please, let me do it for ya. It’ll be nice to help out another friend of Applejack. So don’t even worry about it. I’ll have that table made in a jiffy.” Ficks said reassuringly.

Fluttershy nodded at him and went back to hiding her face behind her hair. Applejack decided to take things from there. “Well, then Fluttershy we gotta head out now. It’s been good uh... chattin’ with ya. I’ll see ya tomorrow or something.” Applejack said as she began heading towards the front door.

“Okay...” Fluttershy said. Ficks was confused. Now she sounded sad, like she was upset that her company was departing when awhile ago she was reluctant to let anypony in to begin with. Ficks just shook his head and gave her a simple wave goodbye. He followed Applejack to the door with Nuttanbolt and the ferret in tow.

“You have yourself a good night Miss Fluttershy.” Ficks said as he shut the door after the others had walked out.

Ficks walked out behind the others, departing from the small cottage in the outskirts of town. Nut was completely occupied with the ferret he picked up, which was still tossing and turning in his already scruffy mane. Applejack was ahead of the group, however. Ficks trotted up to her, and spoke.

“Hey, thanks for comin’ along. This woulda’ been twice as awkward without’cha here.” He said.

“No problem.” Applejack said, with a strange lack of emotion.

Ficks looked away from Applejack for a moment, and avoided eye contact for a second. “I’m sorry about that comment, Jack... About the lack of friends thing...” Ficks said.

“It’s fine. We all make mistakes.” Applejack said somewhat coldly.

“Do you want me to walk ya’ back home?” Ficks asked in a somewhat apologetic manner.

“I’ve got this, Ficks. I appreciate it, but maybe another time. Besides, you’ve gotta’ get home and get some rest right? After all, I’m sure you’ve got more work to do tomorrow.” She answered.

“You’ll still talk to me right?” Ficks asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my friend.” Applejack said. Ficks didn’t know why but that didn’t seem to make him feel any better. It only filled him with more guilt.

“Alright I guess I’ll see ya around then.” Ficks said as he waved goodbye. Applejack turned away and began trotting back home. The two brothers began walking back to the shop. Ficks walked with his face drooping in pure exhaustion while Nuttanbolt continued to trot energetically with the ferret bouncing around on his back. How that colt managed to maintain so much energy was a mystery to Ficks.

“So do ya think uncle ‘Plank will let me keep him?” Nut asked.

“Well Nut... I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” Ficks said as they continued towards the shop.

***

“No, no, absolutely not.” Hammerplank said, glaring at the rodent sitting upon Nut’s head.

“Aww come on Uncle, he ain’t got nowhere to go.” Nut said with saddened eyes.

“I let you two come down here to live with me... and now you bring some rodent into my neatly maintained workspace? What did you think my answer would be?” Hammerplank asked angrily.

“Uncle please try to understand, we were just tryin’ to help out one of the custom-” Ficks began but Hammerplank put his hoof up to stop him.

“No, no more of your excuses Ficks. The rodent’s gotta go.” Hammerplank said bluntly.

“It’s a ferret.” Nut corrected his uncle.

“I don’t care what it is! It’s not staying!” Plank replied in a stern manner.

Nuttanbolt couldn’t figure out what to say at the time. He knew when Plank said no, he meant it... Nut started tearing up at Plank’s answer.

“Oh boy,here we go...” Ficks said under his breath.

Nut started with a couple of sobs, and a barely audible whine. Soon enough, he started to cry about the whole thing, sometimes interrupted by neigh incomprehensible words, sounding something similar to, “But...he’s...got...no...where...to...goooooo.” At least, that’s how Ficks interpereted it.

Hammerplank’s brow was furrowed, but at the same time he could see Nut really wanted to keep the ferret for his own.

“Please, Uncle Plank... do it for him. Just look at him. He’s a mess.” Ficks said, pointing to his little brother.

Plank continued to look at the groveling colt, who had collapsed into a physically impossible mess on the floor, like most kids seem to have the odd ability to do. Hammerplank sighed. I’m gonna regret this. He thought.

“Alright... fine. The rat can stay.” He said.

Still sobbing, Nut was oblivious to what his uncle had said. Ficks nudged him with his hoof, getting only a glimpse from Nut.

“He said you can keep him, Nut.” Ficks said.

Nut quieted down a bit, and perked up ever slightly. He looked at his uncle and asked, “You mean it?”

“Yeah I mean it. But he’s your responsibility. So you take care of him and you feed him.” Plank reiterated. “And if I catch him in my shop where he don’t belong... he’s gone.” He added.

Nut nodded in understanding. He got up slowly, almost weakly, and started to walk upstairs with the ferret still in his mane. “Thanks, Uncle...” He said, walking upstairs. In a few seconds, the shutting of a door was heard, and Hammerplank looked at Ficks in an accusatory fashion.

“What’d I do?” Ficks asked.

“Nothin’ yet... Just don’t make me regret this Ficks. I assume today’s business went off without a hitch?” Plank asked.

“Uh, not quite. Only two jobs didn’t get done. One was a broken balcony, which I just wasn’t prepared for, and another was a destroyed table, which the client sort of... canceled.”

Hammerplank let out a sigh, and spoke. “Alright. Can’t help it if somepony cancels, but you better get that balcony fixed. I’m not gonna let costumer satisfaction fall just ‘cuz you failed to remember your tools or something. Anyway, I’m headin’ to bed; I’m tired as heck.” Plank said as he walked to the staircase.

“Alright then goodnight uncle and hey...” Ficks started. Hammerplank turned back to face Ficksitup. “Thanks for lettin’ Nut keep the ferret.”

“Yeah yeah, well you can thank me by takin’ out that trash before you head to bed.” Hammerplank said pointing to a black plastic bag next to the work bench.

“Alright I’ll get it done” Ficks said as he grabbed the bag and headed out the door. Night had finally fallen in Ponyville. The sky was clear and full of stars and crickets were herping in the distance. He walked around to the back of the shop where a large garbage bin stood among piles of discarded wood and junk metal. He tossed the bag in and sighed heavily. He couldn’t believe that the day was finally done. So much had happened today, some things he rather would have forgotten about. At least Nut had gotten a new pet out of it all. Either way, Ficks was just glad it was all over and he could get some sleep.

As he turned the corner to go back towards the front door, Ficks ran into somepony who had been standing in front of the shop. He stumbled backwards but quickly recovered to see who he had run into. On the ground sat a bewildered grey pegasus with a blond mane. Ficks rushed over and helped her up.

“I’m really sorry for bumpin’ into ya like that ma’am. Are you alright?” Ficks asked her. It was then that he got a good look at her face and more importantly... her eyes. They were looking in opposite directions. One was looking left and the other was looking right. Frankly, the look on her face could not be described by any word he knew. All he knew, was that it confused the heck out of him.

The pegasus looked up and smiled at him. “Muffins!” She shouted with glee. Ficks stood there dumbfounded. Did she hit her head or something? Ficks thought.

“Um I’m sorry I didn’t understand you, but are you alright?” Ficks asked the question again. She continued to smile blankly at him.

“I found the muffin pony. I’m a good knocker.” She said, flapping her wings wildly about.

Ficks confused expression only got worse. “Uh... well can you tell me your name? You’ve got a name right?” He asked in desperation. Something told him this pegasus wasn’t playing with a full deck and honestly, he wasn’t really in the mood for meeting anypony new tonight. Then he noticed the saddlebag she was carrying. On one of the pouches there was some letters stitched onto the front pocket. The letters read Derpy. “Oh so is that your name? Is your name Derpy?” He asked her.

She began jumping up and down with joy. “Congratulations! You win the grand prize.” Derpy said with excitement. Ficks just looked at her in disbelief.

“Okay then... well glad to see yer okay, but I gotta get goin’ now, so you have yourself a nice night Miss Derpy.” Ficks said as he began walking towards the shop’s door. Derpy stopped smiling and ran after Ficks. She stood in front of the door to prevent him from walking in.

“Ma’am, I really need to get back inside.” Ficks said at the pegasus blocking his path.

“Wait, I forgot.... I forgot to tell the muffin pony something!” Derpy cried hysterically. She reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a white envelope.

“What is that?” Ficks asked, looking at the envelope. Wait then that must mean she’s the mail mare. Ficks thought. But what the heck is she doing out at a time like this? And why is she giving me a letter right now?It should have come in with the rest of the mail this morning.

“Equestria has been brought to you by the letter A and the number 7!” Derpy cheered as she hoofed over the letter to Ficks. He looked at the letter and then back at her.

“I don’t understand Derpy...” Ficks said. Derpy shook her head furiously.

“Look look! A is the letter of the day!” She said as she pointed at the return address on the envelope. Ficks looked at what she was pointing at. When he read the name and address, all expression disappeared from his face.

“I understand... thank you Derpy, but now I really need to go.” Ficks said. The Pegasus smiled and flew off into the moonlight. Ficks opened the door to the shop and headed straight upstairs to his room in the attic. He turned on the light on his desk and slumped onto his bed and began looking over the envelope again and again. The Manehattan stamp on the right corner, the unmistakable marked address of Hammerplank’s shop and Ficks’ own name, and of course the return address on the left...

Addemup
07 Trot St.
Manehatten, EQ, 67992

Ficks sat there for several minutes, silently glaring at the envelope. He pondered over whether or not he would open it. Finally he let out a grunt of frustration and crumpled up the envelope. I don’t care what he has to say anymore. He wasn’t there for me then and he’s NOT gonna be there for me now. Ficks thought as he discarded it into a bin by the desk. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling.

The day had left him fatigued and depressed. He’d finally been introduced to most of Applejack’s friends that he had been so eager to meet... yet nothing seemed to have worked out the way he imagined it would. Ficks ran through the days events in his head.

Pinkie Pie, seemed like a decent mare, but she was one of the most energetic ponies he’d ever met, and he had no idea how Applejack could keep up with her. Twilight Sparkle, clearly, was an intelligent mare that was gifted enough with magic to be Princess Celestia’s protege, but in no way did that justify the way she acted towards his, “Lack of preperation”. Rarity was a harsh reminder of Manehattan, and while she was clearly dedicated to the craft of her dresses, she seemed to be a bit too... finicky about small things. Fluttershy was clearly a kind-hearted mare, but he was more concerned with the fact that she was so stubborn over the idea of meeting anypony new. Maybe he caught them at a bad time, and maybe they weren’t so bad, but Ficks’ impressions of them were not the best at the moment. Not only that, but he had also failed two of his jobs today, and Applejack...

Ficks still couldn’t get over what he had said to her, a dear old friend of his that he came all the way from Manehattan to see again, and he said something as stupid as, “I did fine growing up without any friends” How in the hay could I say such a thing to Jack? Ficks thought to himself. Stupid, Stupid Stupid... He lay there hopelessly, looking up at the ceiling. He thought he would be able to fit into Ponyville just fine with Applejack around and doing what he loved to do. Instead he felt like an outcast, more than ever before. He had nopony right now.

Ficks got up from his bed and walked over to one of the boxes he had left open from unpacking the night before. He reached inside, pushing away a few items and trinkets, and pulled out a small wooden frame. He sat back down on the bed and stared at the photograph behind the small pane of glass.

A much younger Ficks stood in a grassy field in front of a small, colorful oak tree, smiling childishly at the camera. Next to Ficks was a slender and tall white mare. Her blond mane hung loosely around her gentle face. She smiled warmly at the camera with her deep amber eyes and held her arm around Ficks. On the bottom of the frame, etched in the wood were the words, The Greatest Flower I’ve Ever Cherished.

A single tear ran down Ficks’ cheek and fell gently onto the frame. Oh mom...What am I going to do?

To contact the writers of this story...

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