Part: 5
Hiring people is boring so I thought as I built the foyer why not skip the whole interviewing thing and find some people who really need a job. And in time Fink Industries was born, built on my own time. But the workers you might ask who were they? Anyone of misfortune or criminals looking for a way to redemption, all flocked to Finks. And Over the next few years many came and many left, but I personally made it and obligation to establish terms of friendship to every employee. But for now I will skip to the more engaging part. The Final day before the New Year and smoothing was wrong. You see every New Year's day the workers will gather outside the factory and sing, and they do it purely of their own wills. A different homemade song every year, and their voices Carrie over to the town of Appleloosa, Where mostly just towns folk but many others from Equestria come to listen to the song. Then they all wait for Celesta to raise the sun beginning the New Year. What was the problem you might ask? Well we can start by stating that I was being strung to the wall in my office, by a very rare type of pony, And just my luck a moon worshiper. Somepony had done there research and tracked down Princess Luna's real Imprisoner. Well not imprisoner but you get the point… It was you who caused our mother to change it were you who made celesta trap her in the moon, and it is you who is responsible. I could not help think I had, had this conversation before. I had to talk fast and for the first time in a long time, lie. I looked down at my jailer and willfully said. Indeed it was I how created the darkness that feed on Luna's heart but it was not all my fault. Sequences of events lend her to the dark forces which consumed her. The real cause of your mother imprisonment was the work of… Now in this instant I recalled the inventor of the Tinker beetle. Discord! I proclaimed to the pony. All he did was stare at me and then disappeared into the shadows. I was found some time later but a coworker. That evening before the ceremony I liked to sneak into the town and hear the year's stories told by the town. Until the singing began, and for the first time I cried for smoothing truly magnificent…
"Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor, There's a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh, hard times come again no more.
It's the song, the sigh of the weary, hard times, hard times, come again no more, many days I've been lingering around my cabin door, Oh, hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, there are frail forms fainting at the door, though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say, Oh, hard times come again no more.
It's the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard times, hard times, come again no more, Many days have you lingered around my cabin door, Oh, hard times come again no more."
Than it happened like that 700 years gone in a flash.
~End