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Applejack Story 1#: Mother's Day
I was the last of my siblings. The rest, died from winter or were captured by humans and sold. I never knew them enough, though. All I cared about was my mother. I didn't care that everyone my age mocked me for hiding behind my mother when I was scared, or went to her when I needed comfort. I loved her, and as stubborn as I was, she loved me.
That night changed my life forever. The night where...
Me, my mother, and the goats with us began eating the grass on a clear plain. The dew on the grass made it taste perfect. It makes me drool just remembering it. But as I ate, I heard a rustling noise. I looked behind me, and remembered the forest that was there, a few miles behind us. I looked up to my mother, who had also heard the noise. She wore a sun-flower on her head, which would never die. I never knew why. The other goats were also aware of the noise. I looked back to the forest, and noticed several blood-shot eyes peering through. The sounds of snarls were heard. Hungry, spine-trembling, snarls.
The goats around me began to run, while my mother began pushing me away from the scene. I didn't understand at the time. I was too young. I had never seen those eyes before. And I had certainly never seen a wolf before, much less a pack.
The large pack of wolves began chasing down the goats, including my mother and I. We ran as if our lives depended on it. And unbeknownst to me, they did. One of the wolves pounced at one of my mother's friends. It got her by the neck. I froze as I stared at the corpse.
I didn't know about wolves, but I knew a dead goat when I saw one. I quickly turned to see three other goats ready to pounce. It was then that I noticed that they wanted to kill me next. I wanted to run, but my legs were paralyzed with fear. One of the wolves leaped out at me as I stared in horror. But instead of meeting death face-to-face, my mother tackled into the wolf, rage filling her eyes. She turned to me and commanded that I run. I did as I was told not knowing what would happen to her.
Many goats were killed and eaten that day, but many of us escaped. I felt a sense of joy over the fact that I was going to live another day. But then, I noticed something was missing...where was my mother? While the other goats were resting from the run, I snuck back to the feild. One of the goats, a male one, began following me frantically, as if hiding something from me. I didn't care. I just wanted to see my mother.
When I got to the field, I saw stains of blood everywhere. Some of the corpses of the goats were left behind; others were taken away by the wolves. But what caught my attention was the once beautiful sunflower that was atop my mother's head, now crushed and covered in blood...her blood. I looked at the flower and picked it up delicately, my hooves trembling. I began to whimper as the goat that followed me sighed sorrowfully.
"...I'm sorry," was all he could say before I put the flower in my fur and ran, not looking back. I would make those wolves pay for what they've done. But as I looked all over the forest, seeking vengence, I saw that they were already gone. I fell to the ground, crying. Worst of all, this time, my mother wasn't there to comfort me, nor would she ever comfort me again.
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