>You are anon, recently accepting into a program to give homes to ponies visiting your area.
>You had been assigned a bat, named Anana Umbra.
>Silly name, really. Wasn't that just Pineapple Shadow?
>She is a gardener, who mostly worked at nights, and had a massive phobia of blood.
>Her first day in your home had been, well, not so good.
>You had plastic house plants, and she had pruned and watered them.
>Now you had piles of scrap plastic and stagnant water.
>You had asked her what she was doing.
>"Your plants were dry, Anon. So I watered them!"
>That was a paycheck worth of household decorations down the drain.
>Now you were taking her to some mega mart, to buy real plants for her to care for.
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>"This place smells like an outhouse..."
>You tell her that there's no other way to get places yet, aside from walking.
>The bat didn't seem to like riding the bus one bit. Maybe it was time to get a bike, with a basket.
>At the mega mart, you lead her to the line of carts, grabbing one, and picking her up.
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>You make a beeline for the gardening department, hopefully avoiding a, potential, fiasco in the produce area.
>"Aww, Anon, I want to see what fruits they have."
>You already have a bunch of fruit. Well...you had fruity cereal. Didn't Anna like those?
>You ask, and she sticks out her tongue.
>"They taste like shoes."
>You ask how she knows.
>"My brother told me they tasted like oranges..."
>She really fell for that?
>You sigh, setting her on the floor, so she can see the fruit displays, and pick some out.
>Anna runs about, her hooves tapping off the linoleum floor.
>"Oh! Anon! Look!" She points to a display of tropical fruits.
>Mangoes, Papayas, Pineapples and more.
>The bat pony picks up something oval shaped, red, and covered in green, blade shaped protrusions.
"What is that?"
>"Dragonfruit! It's my favorite." 
>She fixes you with a hopeful, fangy smile.
>Four dragonfruits have joined the party.
>You finally make it to the gardening department, after getting some more affordable fruits.
>Apples and oranges for days.
>You finally make it to Gardening, and set the bat down on the floor, again.
>Anna runs about the gardening department, as you try to follow her, with the cart.
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>By the end of it all, the cart is full of live plants, seeds, pots, bags of dirt, and all other manner of gardening supplies.
>Anna trots along with you, holding a little garden spade in her muzzle. At least she's helping.
>You pay for it all, praying it's tax deductible.
>Another bus ride, as uneventful and boring as before, until Anna speaks up.
>"Anon? Why fake plants?"
>You explain that you don't have time to care for them.
>"But having plants in a city is like living in the country!"
>You've never been to the country before. 
>"Oh." 
>Anna nods, sitting on the bus seat beside you, still holding the spade.
>You arrive home, and Anna goes right to work, with the plants, as you make dinner.
>Salad for you, and a bowl of fruit for her.
>You missed meat, but the first night you tried to eat it, the mare had bolted, and hid under the sofa.
>She was surprisingly strong, as you found out, while trying to pull her out.
>There had been no meat in the house since then, and you had almost learned to like vegetarian burgers.
>After dinner, it was off to bed for you.
>Anna stays up late, planting seeds, and tending to the few fully grown plants you already bought.
>You sleep.
>She makes sure everything was well arranged, setting pots up as neat as soldiers, and herself the general, the garden spade her swagger stick.
>"Now Anon will know what it's like to live in the country."
>You wake up early, to get ready for work.
>You find most of the sunny spots in your home have become home to various plants, and dirt filled pots, that hold seeds.
>Your bat ward is curled up on the floor, in the middle of the living room, flecked with dirt, and still holding the little shovel you bought her.
>You pick her up, and take her to her bed, to tuck her in. She'd probably wake up, as you got home later.
>You leave her room, turning the lights out before you go.
>Just before you leave, you write her a note. 
"Anna, Thank you for all the work you did. I can't wait to see the plants grow up. I'll be home at five, and there's fruit in the bowl on the counter."
>You think for a moment, before scratching out where the fruit is, and moving the bowl to a chair.
"Fruit is on the chair, so you can get to it, easily."
>You did not need a repeat of /that/ incident...