The Life of Trixie

“Nice to meet you, Miss Silver Star. My name is Sapling Twig, the only reliable realtor here in Little Haystack. I see you’ve met my secretary, Miss Charcoal Dust.” said the stallion, taking one of Silver Star’s fore-hooves and giving it a gentle kiss. Silver Star blushed, awkwardly.

“Thank you, Mr. Twig.” she said, softly. He smiled, arrogantly.

“So you’re from…Canterlot, is it?” he asked, taking out a pair of small square-lensed glasses and put them on.

“Yes I am. Can you tell?” asked Silver Star.

“That’s the fanciest dress I’ve ever seen in my days. I used to live in Canterlot, as well. Now, are you looking to sign some papers?” he asked, walking behind the two ponies and into a room to his right. Charcoal Dust gave Silver Star a thumbs up before sitting at the big mahogany desk again. She picked up the phone and immediately began chattering away. Silver Star shrugged and entered the room.

This room was just like the first one, except more houseplants and several gleaming certificates in glass frames on the wall behind the very large and very messy cedar desk. Several balled up pieces of paper were scattered around a full wire wastepaper basket on the desk’s left. A huge typewriter was stationed in a corner. Two leather seats faced the cedar desk.  Mr. Twig sat down on the big leather seat behind the desk, and using his magic, began to levitate several stacks of paper off his desk and into a desk drawer.

Mr. Twig booted up his old computer and began typing feverishly. He mumbled as he worked, but Silver Star didn’t catch any of it. Then the printer in the corner sputtered to life and it began printing. Mr. Twig left his seat to get the copies. He cleared off a small section on his desk and motioned for Silver Star to sit. He brought out a quill and ink and set the copies down in front of Silver.

“Sign everywhere there’s a dotted line.” he said, dismissively, and Silver took the quill in her mouth and began to sign, Mr. Twig levitating the sheets she’d already signed. Several pages of paperwork later, Mr. Twig levitated the papers away and opened a drawer of his filing cabinet. He slipped the papers in a file folder, then in the cabinet. The drawer was shut.

“Congratulations, my dear. You’ve just bought a house.”

Mr. Twig walked Silver Star over to her new cottage in a flourish and made a big deal about pulling the For Sale sign out of the front yard. It was a nice cottage, small but homey. Everything Silver Star needed. Of course, she was disgusted at the fact of having to unpack everything herself, but Charcoal Dust called her on her telephone and said she’d be over later to help out. As she unhitched herself from the reigns of her heavy carriage and bade Mr. Twig goodbye, she slipped the bronze key in the lock of the halved door of her new house.

When she walked in there was the strong aroma of cinnamon apples and pomegranates mixed together. Silver Star loved that scent. It smelled like home. There was  carpeting everywhere, and a few wood floors. It was definitely move in ready.

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Silver Star was just taking a large box of her kitchen things when the doorbell rang. Oh, good, Charcoal Dust is here, she thought, walking toward the door. And it’s about time, too. I hate this. Silver Star knew Charcoal wouldn’t mind that she looked a sight. She had taken off her dress and her mane was put up in a sweaty ponytail. Her tail, on the other hoof, looked pretty as usual. She wiped sweat off her forehead with her hoof and opened the door.

“Charcoal! I’m so glad you’re here and…” Silver Star paused because she wasn’t looking in the muzzle of Charcoal. She was looking into the sapphire eyes of Haystack Blueberry. Haystack looked as he had when Silver Star had met him morning. He was blushing profusely and carrying a basket with him, its handle in his mouth. He smiled, and set the basket down on Silver Star’s porch.

“Oh, its you,” said Silver Star, not hiding her disappointment.

“Howdy.” he said, shyly. Silver Star looked at him, confusedly.

“Why are you here, anyway?” Silver Star said, arrogantly.

“I uh…wanted to welcome you to Little Haystack and to the neighborhood.” he said, softly, tipping his hat to her, and Silver Star saw him blush.

“Uh-huh,” she said, skeptically.

“You know, you’re only a short walk away from Blueberry Brush, my family’s farm,” he said, giving a small smile.

“Blueberry Brush?” she asked, not remembering if she wanted to live near there or not.

“Anyway, my family and I baked a bunch of treats for you,” he said, motioning to the basket.

“Well, that’s very…um…nice of you,” she said, dismissively. I will never eat any of this slop as long as I live, she thought, bitterly. Though, actually, the truth was, she’d never tried any of it. Her parents only had expensive food like roast cabbage and those little mini BLT’s on toothpicks and gourmet meat like lobster and duck and those little mini sausages slathered in honey sauce. Those were good. They had a cook that made Silver’s favorite foods like canapés and other expensive gourmet meals. She realized she hadn’t eat since this morning when she met Haystack and Charcoal and the realtor.

“What’s in it, anyway?” she asked, motioning to the basket with a steel gray hoof.

“Oh, you’ll love it!” said Haystack, a trace of excitement in his voice.

“We put blueberry pie, blueberry cheesecake, blueberry bagels, blueberry cobbler, blueberry muffins, and of course, freshly picked and washed blueberries, in case you want to make something yourself inside here. Everything in there is hoof baked and you can buy it down at our farm. And every year during cider season, we have the BEST blueberry preserves.” rattled off Haystack. “Everything blueberries.” she scoffed. Haystack didn’t pick up on her sarcasm and just stood there, smiling.

“Thank you for everything. Now if you don’t mind, I am expecting somepony,” she said, hinting that he should hit the disgusting dirt road.

“Oh, of course. Well, um…I guess I’ll see you around, then?” he asked, hopefully.

“I don’t know,” she said, vaguely.

“I’m glad you’re living here. Little Haystack…it’s great here.” he said, giving another small smile.

“Goodbye, Haystack.” she said, annoyed. She grabbed the basket, and put it inside someplace. Then she gave a small forced smile and closed the door.

“Bye.” she heard him say, and she watched him leave through a window in her home.

“Back to unpacking. I hope Charcoal gets here soon,” she said, to nopony.

An hour later Charcoal had finally arrived and the two were breaking for some dinner. Their limbs were aching from carrying numerous boxes of things into Silver Star’s home.

“Well, Haystack brought by a huge basket of blueberry foods.” said Silver Star, fiddling with her hooves. They had gotten dirt in them and she was cleaning them. Charcoal zipped out of the room faster than you could say kazoo. Weirded out, Silver Star followed her into the main room, and saw Charcoal fiddling around in the basket Silver had dropped in the corner.

“I hope he brought you some…” mumbled Charcoal excitedly.

“What are you doing?” asked Silver Star, rather harshly. Charcoal ignored her for a minute.

“Seeing if he brought you some…” she said, digging through the basket more.

“AHA!” said Charcoal, loudly, and pulled out a plate filled with something.

“What is that?” asked Silver, scrunching up her nose.

“Silly, it’s the Blueberry family’s famous blueberry cheesecake! It’s won like, five dessert competitions! The Strawberry family won’t admit they’re jealous, but then again, they have their famous Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie.” said Charcoal, excitedly still.

“If you love it so much, why don’t you just buy it all the time? Haystack said they sell these dishes.” said Silver, not trying to hide her ‘duh’ voice.

“That’s the thing.” said Charcoal, disappointedly. “To get it tasting so good, the Blueberries only use ultra extremely ripe blueberries for their cheesecake. And this season is the perfect time for that! Otherwise, if they harvested and made it early, it would taste terrible.”

“How did you know that?” asked Silver Star.

“Oh, easy. I can taste it! And I figured the rest.” said Charcoal.

“Uh-huh.” said Silver Star, skeptically.

“Okay, okay. I asked Haystack.” said Charcoal, giggling.

They split open the basket of goodies and Silver Star found her glasses and they had water with the sweets. Charcoal had cream cheese(there was regular cream cheese in the basket) on a blueberry bagel and a slice of blueberry pie. Silver Star had a bagel with no cream cheese and a muffin. They split the cheesecake and the berries. And, to Silver Star’s great surprise, it was all scrumptious. They were in the middle of the blueberries(Charcoal Dust was catching them in her mouth and Silver Star was throwing them because she was on sugar rush) when the doorbell rang.

“Geez, everypony wants to visit me today.” said Silver Star, and went over to the door. She opened it with a flourish.

An earth pony mare stood in front of her, her coat a bright reddish fuchsia. Her mane was a bright bubblegum pink and put up in a sleek ponytail. She wore no hat, but a bright strawberry red bandana tied around her neck. Her tail was tied at the ends. On her flank, there was a strawberry half. But when Silver Star opened the door, she wore a sneer and her pinkish purple eyes bored into Silver Star’s sapphire ones.

“Who are you, anyway?” said the earth pony, arrogantly.

Silver Star knew her type of pony. The jealous snotty type. Ugh. Yet she knew just how to handle her.

“Nice to meet you, too. I never knew bubblegum pink could clash with red so much.” retorted Silver Star. The pony’s eyes narrowed.

“And that’s another thing,” said Silver Star, not wanting to stop. “Some welcome party, huh? What gave you the right to come up here and yell at me anyway?” she said, her muzzle inches away from the red pony’s. The red pony stared at Silver angrily for a moment, then snapped back and put the sneer back on her face. Silver knew then and there this pony would not retaliate her.

“The name’s Strawberry Blossom.” said the red pony. Then Silver Star heard Charcoal Dust behind her.

“Hey, Silver Star? Where’s your water-?” she was cut off when she saw Strawberry Blossom.

“Oh, hey….um…Strawberry Blossom! How are things at the farm?” In all the time that Silver Star had known Charcoal Dust(which was about maybe 5 hours) she had never seen Charcoal talk so shakily and quietly. Usually she was bouncy, loud and annoying.

“I see you’re busy.” said Strawberry, looking inside the cottage.

“Yes, unpacking.” said Silver Star coolly.

“I came here to tell you to stay away from my stallion.” said Strawberry Blossom, looking into Silver’s eyes.

“He isn’t dating you yet, Strawberry.” replied Silver, coolly still.

“We are meant to be! And no city diva is going to change that.” said Strawberry, narrowing her eyes again.

“See you around.”

When Strawberry started to leave, Silver Star rolled her eyes and went back inside, and she saw that Charcoal had relaxed a bit.

“What is your hay with her, anyway? Can’t you see she’s just a dumpy jealous little farm mare?” said Silver, hotly.

“Yes…b-but…when we were in first grade she made me eat dirt because she said I had an ugly dirty talent.” said Charcoal, who looked on the verge of tears.

“How dare she!” said Silver Star, hotly still.

“It’s fine, Silver Star. You don’t need to go defend me.” said Charcoal, turning pale.

“Whatever. Just forget it.” said Silver Star.

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After Silver Star’s carriage was safely parked in the garage, the two lugged in Silver’s queen bed mattress, box spring, and her canopy and a couple of quilts(Silver’s bedcovers were still boxed up).

“I’d better be going.” said Charcoal, sleepily.

“Thanks for your help.” said Silver, collapsing.

“See you tomorrow.” said Charcoal, and started to leave.

After Charcoal left, Silver got some shampoo and soap and got in the tub. After washing her sore and dirty self, she dried off and turned off the lights.

She snuggled under the quilts and was asleep before the sheet settled.