The day had just ended. I a thirty-seven year old man was sitting alone on my couch with nothing more but a television remote and a lot of beer. My name is Ben Tailor and I live alone in my own house near west Sussex. I had just sat down to watch the news and it was even more boring than usual. The time is about nine o'clock and I have just come home from work. Today wasn't a pleasant one it was dark and grey with stormy clouds filling the sky.
I turned back to the TV, then to the window and sighed. Since the weather has been so displeasing I had not been able to walk for days now and have just driven to the shops even though they are five minutes away. As I looked at the calendar hanging from the broken wall I saw that I had circled todays date. I got up to look at it and I suddenly remembered why I had circled it. ...Today was an anniversary.
Though today had been an anniversary sadly the person I was to celebrate this day with no longer sat next to me. This anniversary was special to me and couldn’t have been swept over no matter what... Today was my wife’s birthday.
I had planned for her surprise that we were to go to Gran Canaria for a month and bath in the hot sunlight. The dates were all booked I was to tell her the great news that evening... when it happened.
Every time I think about it I can't help feel as if it was my fault. On the day I was about to tell her the news of our holiday she had to go out to meet some friends. When I couldn't hold my tongue for any longer I called her up to tell her and she answered with such joy my heart and tummy did backflips. But then another car came out of nowhere and....
The house seemed dark and distressing and had almost fallen into disrepair. I had as well almost fallen into disrepair one time in the past before meeting my wife. The stress of not being employed led me into many unstable mind visions and almost caused me a great deal of harm when I almost cut myself near my heart. That is how I met my beautiful wife. She saw me suffering and told me that she would always be there to help me when I was depressed. But now she is gone and I sit in the house alone, unsure and unhappy.
I worked at a local factory where I supervised the making of many sugar treats such as: cakes, chocolate (home-made), lollipops, sweets etc. My position at the factory was head manager. I checked every single worker to make sure they were prepared to work for us and had the correct talent for the job. There were over seven hundred and fifty two workers in the factory and sixty percent of them were cake makers.
I was also the spokesman for our area (there was about five other different factories in the area) and I had to make sure the decisions made at our business meetings made a fair impact on us since we were one of the main factories of the company. The company had been going for nearly ninety-four years and in six years would hold a massive event for its one hundred year anniversary so people were always hoping the time would pass so the event would happen.
Though I am a head manager I was never to good at baking as I found out on my wife’s 24th birthday, I was to bake my wife her birthday cake when I forgot how to. I nearly burnt the cake and when I finished it I thought I had just taken it out of the garbage. The worst part was all her friends saw me fail at baking and always made sure never to ask me for an order again. Though I was terrible at baking on my 26th birthday I saw a letter from my wife. It turns out my wife helped me find a job at the factory as assistant to the trainer meaning I didn’t have to go through the baking ranks and show that I was terrible at baking (which was a huge relief).
After a couple weeks of working in the factory I had to make a cake for the head manager at the time and that is when everyone found out how terrible I was. I almost quit my job because of it but I was saved by none other then my wife who baked a cake at home and saved my job. Though my wife had kept the secret of her making the cake someone found out and questions arose whether I should stay at the factory. I wouldn’t have stayed there if the head manager hadn’t stepped in and said “I was there when he baked the cake so I know he didn't cheat"
To this day I still keep thanking him for saving my butt. Though he had saved me that one time I still had many doubters but my wife kept baking whilst I did all the talking and then terrible news came to me. The old head manager had passed away after a fatal heart attack and all doubters were trying to get rid of me since I had no defenders now. I was almost put out of a job again when suddenly the heads from the board of directors paid a visit and asked to speak to me. At first I thought it was to tell me that I was fired but then when I saw four people in the room and I was very confused. It turns out they wanted me to take over as head manager because of my excellent baking skills. I knew straight away though that they were talking about the cake inventions I (or my wife) had sent into the head directors for new ideas. I agreed and they were very pleased.
After todays work day I walked down the main road. There were many people in this area most very rich and crime was very rare, though the occasion sound of kids taking some cakes from a couple of bakeries did fill the air and if I could would help the baker catch them. As I was about to turn down to my street there was a crash from one of the old bakeries near the corner of my street. I looked left but I couldn’t see anything because the windows were so fogged up and boarded. So I assumed it must be a cat or a group of rats rummaging for supplies.
I unlocked the door (I watched out for the low light bulb swinging over my head) to see an envelope flattened on the mat. I peered down in interest. The last time I got a letter was when I was writing to my wife with love letters and then being told that it was an old lady who I was writing to and so I always never write to anyone to be on the safe side. This was probably another bill though but when I took a closer look I was sure it was a letter from the company. I grabbed it and ripped it open. I red the entire letter through and through. It said.
“Dear Ben
The company is writing to announce you have spent just over ten years now in the baking industry and we are offering a chance for you to be the host of the one hundredth anniversary. The address is in the letter please be there at twelve o’clock on the second of July to see the head of the industry.
Yours sincerely
Lucas Flint”
I stood there for a couple of minutes looking at the letter in complete shock. Lucas Flint had been one of the boards of directors I met when I was about to become the head manager. He was the one who had told me the good news and was always a great friend when he came to visit the factory. Then under my foot there was another letter but it had no address nothing. I opened it and it said
“Take good care of her” I looked at this letter in a state of confusion.
“Who would write that?” I said to myself thinking of my old friend tommy who would write crazy letters to the teacher making her go all funny in anticipation of a secret admirer and wonder who it was giving us no homework for the whole week.
I settled down on the couch and watched an old kids show I usually watch called my little pony. I in what was said in pony talk was a brony (cross between the constant b and pony with a r added. or so I thought.) Though brony ’s at my age where seen as weird people I didn’t care at all. The friends I had never knew me being a brony and I have never really talked about it (I am worried that they might find me weird and not want to be friends anymore.) The character I liked the most had to be twilight. Her magic is very unique and in boast busters she was worried her friends wouldn't like her because she would show how good she was at magic and that made me feel like my friends and me. She is one interesting type of pony especially when she goes nuts because she fails to complete a piece of work in time. Though I like Twilight I also like Pinkie Pie as well (though her laugh gets me pretty annoyed but she is nothing more than a sugar crazy made up pony.) I always thought what I would be like to have my own Pinkie Pie or Twilight. I watched a few episodes then headed to bed but still that bakery store incident couldn’t get out of my head. I took some of my sleeping pills, which were running out and fell asleep. As I closed my eyes I dreamt of being the best cake maker in the world without having any help from my wife instead a figure was cheering me on from behind the curtains but I couldn't remember who it was.
I woke up at about nine thirty in the morning and went downstairs to eat my breakfast. To my surprise there was a small chocolate cake on the table I looked round expecting to see a friend who had unlocked my door and come in to prank me. But to my surprise no one was there so I sat down inspected the cake then feeling hungry ate with a sweet tooth sensation building up. After just one bite I loved it. The blend of chocolate and sponge mixed together was so much in perfect harmony it made me think of my wife when she baked me food. I stopped to consider this thought before going back to the cake itself still feeling its gentle yet delicious taste. I went back upstairs had a shower and headed to work with the cake still in mind.
After the clock stroke five I headed home. This had to be the longest day of my life and it seemed to never end. First we had a machine blow up when it was just starting so I had to pay for the repairs, then a employee put the wrong name of our industry on a whole load of wrappers and we had to destroy them all (by eating them of course. But I got a tummy ache and felt sick), and I had four boring business meetings as well. But after the meeting about our financial crisis and what our best product is I was able to call it a day and go home. I turned the corner (had a look inside the bakery again but could see nothing) and walkthrough the front door (avoiding the light bulb) and went straight to the computer to watch some my little pony. This time they were freeing discord and I remember him being a bringer of chaos. I watched to every detail not missing a bit. When it finished I went straight to my local pony chat equestria daily and I was about to write a review of the last episode when I thought.
“What am I doing? I am a fully-grown man. I have a job and a house. I am not a silly little girl. Or a silly little boy anymore. I have to get out more not watch these shows all the time.” Then I got up turned off my computer and headed straight for the door and went for a walk.
I looked around me at my surroundings. Seeing the different people walking around, everyone being happy made me feel happy as well. Though today had been very boring at work I was glad I was able to walk around the town after it had stopped being so miserable and rainy. I walked round the corner where the bakery was which I tried to get a look at but couldn't so I thought I check it out tomorrow. I went to my local shop, bought myself some nice treats and rented a comedy film. Just as I was leaving I remembered that I had to finish a letter to my friend tommy so I decided to head straight home. When I pasted the bakery again I thought I had heard crashing. I really wanted to go in but I was carrying my shopping and needed to finish the letter so I said again that I would go and check it out tomorrow no questions. I got to my front door and pulled out my keys. I fiddled the lock till it opened (narrowly missing the swinging light bulb) put the stuff I had bought on my dining room table and ran upstairs. I sat down on my computer and started typing and didn’t stop. At almost twelve at night I had finished chatting to tommy. I saved and was going to throw in the towel. Then I thought ill get a glass of water when I suddenly saw a cake on the table. I thought to my self
“Another cake? Who keeps making these things?” I decided a quick mid night snack wouldn’t hurt and I munched down on the cake with a great wave of flavor hitting my mouth again.
“Whoever makes these cakes is obviously a great baker.” I finished the last bite and went to have a shower. Afterwards I watched a bit of TV and fell asleep. Then I had the same dream of becoming the best baker in the world and enjoyed the publicity.
Today was Saturday so I was able to lie in and have a great rest. Even though I had a lie in I still woke up to see the sunrise and then when I was about to doze of again I remembered that I would go and investigate the bakery today. This time I would definitely have time to explore it and maybe even find what’s been causing all the noise. The bakery was that big from my memory so I wouldn't have to look far around it to find the cause of commotion.
I left my house (untidy from the night before) and set off down my usual route.
“The weather is being pleasant today,” I thought
“ Wonder if I can bet how long it will last.” I rounded the final corner before coming face to face with the abandoned bakery. I looked around before I entered to make sure no one saw. As I predicted the streets were very quiet. There had not been a car on the road for the entire day so far so people must be lying in like I was doing. I pulled down the handle and peeped inside. There was no one around so I crept in (avoiding broken glass and rotten cakes) and headed towards the back of the shop hoping to find what I was looking for.
To my dismay however I could not find anything and what I had heard to be the oven noise was just a fly buzzing really loudly. I decided to have a quick look at the storage room below. There I saw a dusty old bed and a baking manual that had been crumpled and un- crumpled as if someone was trying to read it. I thought that maybe a homeless person was living here so I thought I should just go home or investigate a tiny a bit more.
As I was just leaving I thought I saw a pink bundle of hair upstairs and decided to stay quiet. The pink thing was bouncing up and down mumbling to itself and just when I was about to see what it was… BANG! One of the ovens exploded from behind the pink thing and caused it to fall forwards badly injured. It let out a scream of pain before it collapsed. There was fire everywhere I had to get out quickly or I would be burned alive. I was about to run out of the shop when I saw the pink thing lying there helpless and dying. I forgot about safety, I forgot about what the risks were, I just ran into the fire and scooped up the thing (still unconscious) felt a horrible pain from the roaring fire behind me and ran for the nearest fire escape. I nearly broke down the door and headed straight home. I had no idea what I was carrying or whether it was still alive I just ran and ran thinking to my self… “ Don’t give up little one. Your safe now.” I think it must have heard me because it then shuffled in my arms as if it was trying to cuddle me. I opened the door to my house (banging my head in the process on the swinging light bulb) hurried into the kitchen lay the thing down on the cloth covering it to stop too much light going into its eyes and ran for my medicine cabinet. I found what I was looking for which was a box of extra large plasters and walked back to the thing still unconscious but I could still hear it breathing. I uncovered its face and to my astonishment it was something that I couldn’t believe. I looked at the face and then to the picture in my mind. My mind would not let me believe it and I could not believe it. I knew what it was or rather who she was…
It was Pinkie Pie.
Warning
This chapter contains some blood related things. I just wish to warn you that this will only happen once. Thank you for cooperating and I hope you enjoy the chapter!
I stood there for another ten minutes looking at what I had just rescued. The unconscious and injured pinkie pie (or the foal of pinkie pie because she had no cutie mark) was lying on my kitchen table. I could not describe how I felt. I had gone out for a walk to try and forget about ponies and my little pony and now I have my own Pinkie Pie lying on my table. At first I thought about just taking her to the hospital and hoping they would deal with the problem but then I thought about what they might do to her. They could hand her over to the government who would treat her horrifically. The images of what would happen to her quickly filled my mind and I had to shake my mind for a minute to get them away. I had been having horrible thought on things lately and was wondering whether to see a doctor.
I suddenly remembered that she was still injured from the fire so I fiddled with the box of plasters and finally got it open. I still though wasn't in one hundred percent focus and that caused me to plaster my own hand by mistake. As I was putting the plasters on the foal pinkie pie I at first thought I saw her twitching and making weird noises and I was not very sure why until I noticed a piece of glass in her hoof. This was serious and straight away I snapped back into reality. I knew that by its size it hadn't gone too far into her skin but if I didn't remove it she might get and infection. I had to think of a way of getting out the glass without hurting Pinkie pie too much. As I was thinking it suddenly dawned on me that I was being more of a father then I had ever been. Though I wanted to have kids when my wife was alive she had died before we could have any children. As I was thinking about my wife I felt a tear come to my eye. I almost felt like I was going to just sink into depression until I heard the groans of Pinkie and Pie and put all my depression into concentrating on making her better.
This was not really my type of skill healing people (or animals). My Mum when I was little always helped me when I got a cut or splinter. Every time she healed me I felt really happy because she was looking after me and I couldn't of asked for any one else to be there. My dad had walked out on us when I was about six and he never spoke to us again. I felt it to be my fault because I remember one night I had spilt coffee all over his favorite shirt and he almost beat me up. If my mum hadn't been there I would have look like a blue berry. She had severe words with him about his actions and he almost hit her too. I had for the next two weeks after that not spoken to my dad and he never apologized. When I finally broke down to my mum she talked to my dad and he announced that he was leaving us. I never ever wanted to say his name so when my mum ever said anything about him I nicked name him "You-Know-You" after the harry potter books. This motivated me to be a better father when I became older and do everything for my child to make sure they wouldn't have to go through the pain that I felt.
When I finally snapped back to this world I remembered that I was trying to get a piece of glass out of Pinkie Pie's hoof. I walked calmly back to my medicine cabinet to try and find some wipes and a pair tweezers. It took my while since I couldn’t remember were I had last put them. At last I found them hiding behind a bottle of calpol (which I hadn't used in over a century.) I headed back to Pinkie Pie and to my horror see started crying. I was sure it was because she was feeling the pain of the glass so it meant she was coming back to conscious but I had to act fast in order to get the glass out before she woke up. I put the tweezers into my left hand and got ready to pull out the glass.
As soon as the tweezers started to pull out the glass shard I saw Pinkie's face crumple. She was obviously feeling the pain but I couldn't stop I had to get it out. I saw that it was finally coming out too my relief. However when I close to pulling it out a small trail of blood came running out and I stopped. I stared and then remembered about my wipes, which were sitting on the table. I put down the tweezers and opened up the ancient packet of wipes. They were still a bit wet and I quickly began to wipe up Pinkie's blood that was spilling out of her hoof. I hated having to do this. Pinkie pie from what I know is always happy and never cries. I saw tears dripping from her eyes and I knew she could feel the pain. When you’re older then fifteen you just try to shrug off the pain. But Pinkie pie was not that age she was merely about seven and when this thing happens to you it hurts really badly.
I whispered to her saying
"It wont takes long Pinkie pie. I promise ill get it out." She again looked like she understood me and I put the plasters down and picked back up the tweezers. I knew that one good last tuck at the glass shard and I wouldn't have to do any more. I stroked Pinkie pie's hair and got ready. I started pulling. I heard Pinkie pie groan but I didn't stop. I pulled a little bit harder and harder and harder. I gave it one last good yank and to a painful scream from Pinkie pie I had finally pulled out the shard. I immediately grabbed the ancient wipes, wiped her skin clean and put loads of plasters on it. For now I the worst of it was done.
After another ten minutes of plaster laying and hushing Pinkie pie I had finished healing her as best as I could. I saw she was tired and the plasters were stinging and I was falling asleep as well. I used my last of my staying awake energy to try and make a coffee. I made it like I always made it creamy in the center and chocolaty in the out parts. I drank with a taste of refresh feeling and became awake again. I leaned on the counter drinking and staring at Pinkie pie (who was now sleeping again) and I knew I had done well.
I drank the remainders of my hot chocolate and decided to put her to bed. I put my cup down and walked over to the table. There lay my new child. I knew that I had to look after her no matter what. I again stroked her hair and she nuzzled a bit. I smiled now knowing that she was ok and I hadn't done too much damage. I picked her up in the cloth I had rescued her with (stained with her blood) and carried her up the stairs.
She lay in my arms like nothing had happened as if I was her dad taking her up to her room after watching a film she fell asleep through. My heart was calm, my eyes were tired and my brain was cooling down. I had not felt this much pain and exhaustion ever since the day my wife had died.
We reached my wife's old room and I put her down on the untied bed. I had never come round to tidying up this room because I had wanted to leave it the way it was since my wife had died. Straight away I knew that had been a bad idea. As soon as I walked in my face hit nearly five different cobwebs and I almost tripped on a floorboard that was sticking up. I decided I would tread more lightly for the last few steps. I held my hand up to my face and covered pinkie pie's with my free arm and waved around to see if there were any more cobwebs nearby and ventured forward. The room became unstable, the roof was falling in a bit in the corners and the wardrobe's doors were wide open.
When I finally got to the edge of the bed (avoiding as many cobwebs as I could) and lay her down. Her eyes were so tired and I knew she must not have slept for days. I looked at her for a couple of minutes and wondered
"I don't know why your here. But I know you need help so I will always be here to comfort you or give you advice." I gave her a small kiss on the forehead and crept back outside. I tip toed to the door and shut it. I took my normal pose and crept to my room. I got undressed and put on my pajamas. Then did something I had not done since I was a child and started to pray. I said,
"Dear Lord, Please help me to look after Pinkie Pie. Help me to be there for her and to guide her in a realm she doesn't know. Let me be the best I can and never hold her back unless it’s for her safety. Through Christ our lord,
Amen"
I felt astonished by what I had just said. I had never really believed in God so for me to pray was a one of a kind moment. I felt proud and hope when I had said that. I felt as if the goodness of God had come down and lit up my heart. I smiled knowing that from now on things could only go up. I climbed into bed and smiled again. I had defiantly developed as a father and I knew that Pinkie Pie was going to need a lot of fatherly care.
I was just starting to close my eyes when I heard a voice I never thought I would hear. It was coming from down stairs. The person knocked quite loudly and said,
"Ben? Hello you there? Ben!" I got up and tip toed downstairs. I hoped she hadn't woken Pinkie Pie or else I would have a lot of explaining to do if she found out. I crept to the door and to my surprise it had not been the person I had expected but rather a more pretty face.
It was my best friend Sadie.
Author's Note
Chapter 2 of this story
hope you liked and Chapter 3 will come soon!
i had hoped to do one every week but i had so many issues that need to be sorted i couldn't keep to deadline
Chapter 3- Best Friend Advice
"Sadie what are you doing here?" I asked. I had almost fallen asleep and now someone comes knocking on my door what more could I want!
"Ben I heard about the fire at the bakery can you believe it an old bakery set it self on fire!" She had a tone of excitement and disbelief in her voice. Sadie had always been a character when it came to my friends. Last time I saw her was before she went on holiday and I wasn't really expecting her to come back today. Nevertheless she was a nice face to see just not at this hour.
Sadie had worked as a lawyer for nearly seventeen years and she was amazing! When I was framed for robbing she came and rescued me from the situation and I have yet to repay her. She had left about seven weeks earlier and half way through her holiday said she had met a client who needed a lawyer so she was staying out there for a little longer. This was why I was so confused because she wasn't to return until September the 4th.
"Sadie."
"Yes Ben?"
"Why are you back so early?" I asked
"Well you see I was about to finish the second day of the trial when I had a lucky break through and was able to win"
"Oh right. What was the break through?" I asked again.
"Oh some police fellow I think his name was marshmallow or something slipped up in his testimony and I got them well and hard!"
"Great. When did you get back?" I wasn't really interested but I had to keep the story rolling.
"About a day ago." She replied
"Right. Another question why did you come over to me when you heard the news of the bakery?" I still hadn't figured it out yet but I might as well ask.
"Oh well... I don’t know just thought I come round to you cause well.... I thought I saw you running from the bakery."
"Me? Why would I run from a bakery?" I had to be careful she was playing her cross examine card so I shouldn't give too much away.
"Well you might have gotten drunk and decided to burn down the bakery." Straight away I knew she suspected me and I knew she had proof against me but I still couldn't tell her why.
"Sadie when have I got drunk?"
"I don’t know every Saturday?" She had me there and good. I always went down to our local pub for a drink and I always come out feeling light headed for some reason.
"Well ok I do get drunk but its Friday today not Saturday so why would I get drunk on a Friday?" This time I knew I got her.
"Ha nice try Ben but the great and masterful Sadie knows everything about you and since the masterful Sadie already knows so much about you I wont need to explain anything."
"Sadie... Are you seriously drunk?"
"No I only had a couple of drinks one or two...maybe five.... I don’t know"
"Ok you’re sure your not drunk because you’re not concentrating very hard." She had been very wonky when she arrived and I only thought it had been because she was tired. But after I inspected her after a while I had found that she had a minor stench coming on and was acting more strangely.
"What you mean I am not concentrating...Hey look. There is a chicken!" Just as she said that she flopped on the pavement and started snoring. I had the irresistible urge just to shut the door in her face and go back to bed. However I just thought.
"Two more people to care for and this one isn’t small and cuddly!" I tried to pick her up at first but I had very big difficulty doing so, so I just grabbed her head and dragged her through the door and into the lounge. I got a cushion and a blanket from the drawer (well it was four big cloths put together) and made her comfy.
I walked out of the room shutting the door quietly and headed back upstairs. I crept silently past Pinkie Pie's room to make sure she was safe and went to my room. I took off my slippers and climbed into my ever-waiting bed. Then closed my eye's and hoped that there were to be no more distractions.
I woke up to sudden banging. I mumbled,
"What...What who is it?"
"Ben. It’s me Sadie! What the hell is in the other room?"
"Huh? What you do you mean is..." I straightaway knew what she was talking about or who. Pinkie Pie
"Ben! Ben! What is it?" she sounded more excited then afraid
"Sadie please calm down. I'll explain."
I got up and quickly got dressed. I opened the door to see the room opposite's (Pinkie Pie's room) door open.
"Well" She started
"What is it?"
"Um you may not believe me when I say this but...Um yeah um how do I say..."
"Spit it out will you!" She was getting a bit angry
"Well." I really was scared now. My head was thinking over time whether to say it was Pinkie Pie. Or if I deny how it was there.
"Well what!?"
"It's... Pinkie Pie"
She looked at me with utter disbelief for what I just said.
"Pinkie Pie?"
"Yes." I felt a bit open at this point
"The real Pinkie Pie?"
"Ye...Yes." I felt my hand starting to sweat
"You mean... You watch my little pony?" She started laughing and I put a solemn face on.
"Yes I watch the show..." I had done my self in now. I had always known this would be the reaction I would get from Sadie if I told her but it felt even worse then I had imagined.
"Oh God this is price-less!" She couldn't contain herself and started rolling on the floor.
"Be quiet Sadie you may wake her."
"I'm sorry I’m sorry. But why do you have Pinkie Pie sleeping in your room?"
"Well you know how you said you might have seen me last night at the bakery."
"You don't mean..."
"Yes she was the cause of the fire and almost died as well"
"Oh my god poor Pinkie!"
"I fixed her up best I could but she was in a terrible state." I thought back to the actions I had to take the previous night in order to help Pinkie.
"Oh my the poor thing is she alright now?"
"Yes I think she was fine after I put her to bed."
"Well what are you going to do now?"
"Well that's the thing. I don't really know."
"Hmmm....I know you could give her to a animal center and see what they say?"
"I thought about that but I am pretty sure they will know it's Pinkie Pie and they may take her away and do horrible experiments"
"True. Well what else can you do?"
"I don't know. I just don't know"
"I know I can help you look after her!"
"Are you sure about that? She is probably going to quite a handful when she grows up"
"What you mean grows up isn't she the same age now?"
"No. She hasn't earned her cutie mark yet. That will be a problem because without rainbow dash she may not get it."
"Hmm....Well let's get to that fork when we come to it."
"True. For now what shall I do with Pinkie Pie?"
"I think it's best if we keep her inside the house and let her recover. After that we shall then teach her to speak English and if possible teach her to write."
"That's probably the best advice I'm going to get for now. Ok so now we have our plan of action we are going to need to figure out a schedule to fit around my work day's and yours."
"Oh my work day's won't be a problem."
"What you mean?"
"Well people come to me for a lawyer not me go to them so you won't need to worry about my schedule."
"Then that means you can look after Pinkie Pie whilst I work at the bakery."
"Perfect! I will look after Pinkie Pie and you work."
"Yes."
"There is one more thing Ben."
"What Sadie?"
"I need a place to stay and if I am going to look after Pinkie Pie then I will need to stay close."
"Well if your implying you want me to ask you if you want to move in then you can."
"Great!"
"Just one thing."
"What?" She seemed a bit confused.
"If you want to stay here then you will have to pay a rent for everything including food and toilet."
"WHAT!?"
"I am just kidding you can stay here for free. Just try not to wreck the place." Sadie had quite a habit for picking something up and then finding it to be broken only a few seconds later.
"You got my word." And she gave me a little wink.
As we talked about the schedule Sadie came out with something that I hadn't expected.
"Ben."
"What Sadie?"
"Are you ever going to tell her that."
"That she what?"
"That she is not real."
"What you mean not real you saw her with your own eye's!" I was a bit shocked at what she had just said.
"Not by that real but the fact she was made up by a TV company for little girls."
Sadie had me thinking again. She was right. What would I tell Pinkie Pie when she grew older? Would I tell her the truth or no say anything at all?
"I don’t know Sadie."
"I think if I was in your shoe's to never tell her."
"I agree with you it might not go down so well with her."
So we agreed that nether one of us would ever say anything about Pinkie Pie from the TV to the real Pinkie Pie.
The months passed. I was working when Sadie was caring for Pinkie Pie. She started to recover from her wounds and fully recovered after a month. Then she learned how to read and write and learned her own name in about four months. After she learned her main skills after seven months she started to find her real meaning.
The date now is March the seventieth. Pinkie Pie had grown a lot by now and had learned a lot about cake making and partying from us celebrating mine and Sadie's birthday (Mine was on the twenty-fourth of November and Sadie's was on January the ninth.) We had become a family in most sense but then I remembered about the big meeting coming up on who the host of the one hundredth anniversary would be.
Now I knew how I would help Pinkie Pie get her cutie mark.
