My Little Pony: The New Pony in Town

1-7: Artify. Is That Even a Word?

Creativity was pouring through my mind. So many ideas and colors and images just flashed before my eyes. They were all ways to make this place the way I want it to be.

"Am I able to take out a couple stalls?" I asked Applejack as I walked over to one and examined it. Each stall was painted red, the paint now fading, and there was a layer of dirt and dust covering the tops of them. I swiped my hoof over the dust, and became disgusted.

"If you want. Or if you can actually." Applejack said as she walked over, "I see what you mean here, you'd like more room, right?" She asked.

"Yep, exactly. I want more room for all of my future art supplies and stuff." I said to her.

"What kind of art do you do?" Applejack asked me as she went over to the barn doors and opened them, letting sunlight pour in.

"Well, I draw. And also sing and dance." I told her as I opened a large window in the back of the barn, that was also covered in dust.

"Really?" She asked me.

"Yeah! Do you want to see some of my drawings?"

"Oh, you know I do!" She said as she galloped over and I took out my sketchbook.

"Wow! You really are an artist!" She said as she flipped through the pages.

"Thanks." I smiled and went back to work. Applejack brought a featherduster, and I was dusting everything. Because everything needed to be dusted.

"Sure is dusty in here..." I mumbled as I sneezed because of a big dust cloud.

"Bless you, sugarcube." Applejack said as she gazed at my drawing of that apple tree.

I kept dusting, and I thought I heard a small yawn. I glanced over at at Applejack, who still had her nose in my sketchbook. Hmmm... I could've sworn I heard something...

I kept dusting that window, then I heard a small, high pitched sneeze. It came from my back.

I looked at Jose on my back, and he was untangled from my aquagreen mane, looking up at me while he was lying on his own back. His little furry brown paws were up in the air.

"Awww... Is this too much dust for you too?" I asked him as he stretched out a little.

"You say you sing, sugarcube?" Applejack asked, while she looked up from my sketchbook. She was sitting down back in the third stall that I plan on removing.

"Yes." I said happily. I went over to the top left corner of the barn, picked up a broom, and started sweeping the dust and hay covered floor.

"Can I hear you?" She asked.

"Sure!" I giggled.

I started singing a song that I made up in my room back home.

"Sometimes I lay, under the moon, and thank Celestia I'm breathing.

And I pray, don't take me soon, because I am here for a reason...

Sometimes in my tears I drown, but I never let it get me down.

So when negativity surrounds, I know some day it'll all turn around because...

All my life I've been waiting for, I've been praying for, for the ponies to say,

That we don't want to fight no more, there'll be no more wars, and our fillies will play.

One day, one day, one dayyy. One day, one day, one dayyy.

Its not about, win or lose, cause we all lose when they feed on,

The souls of the innocent, blood drenched pavement, keep on moving though the water stay ragin'.