Title: More of Carrot and Mommy Author: AnonKono Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/2d8xzjT0 First Edit: Tuesday 27th of March 2012 12:41:01 AM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 27th of March 2012 12:41:01 AM CDT   >On the computer, looking for a pony specialist vet. >Carrot is having a teaparty with her "new fwend", an old stuffed bear you gave her. >Last night's ruccus reminded you that she needs her shots. >You know that most vets just blow off fluffy pony ailments, telling you to get a new one. >"They are just two dollars," they say. "They drop like flies anyway" >You refuse to take your Carrot to a vet with this attitude. >Found one.... blah blah blah... mission statement... Ah, phone number! Ring! Ring! >A kind sounding lady answers the phone, "Hello! Saint Mary's Pony Hospital. How can I help you?" >You give the lady your information and make an appointment to have Carrot seen in one week. >Excellent. Feeling >Your phone rings. It's your boss. They're letting you go. Orders from on top. Laid off. >This sucks. >You slump down on your desk, about go into a depression having lost your job when you spot Miss Janis's card. >Decide to give her a ring. >Ring! Ring! Ring! >Some bored clerk answers. >You ask for Miss Janis, give the clerk your name, and get put on hold. >Five minutes later Miss Janis picks up. "Hello! I'm so glad you called! How's Carrot? She healing up well?" "Yeah, thank you. She was a little sick last night, but other then that she's quite well. How's your dog?" >"He's great! He's currently getting a pedicure." >Holy crap she's rich. Time to pray that she still wants to hire you. "That sounds nice. I was just wondering if you still needed a musician for your resturant?" >"Why, darling, I'm glad you asked! I do, in fact, I want you to come down today if at all possible!" "Oh my gosh. That's amazing I'll- OWCH! CARROT!" >Apparently Carrot decided her teapart was over and wanted to play cannonball... at your leg. >She looks up at you with a face of pure glee. "Cawwit cannonbaw!" >Never should have played that game with her. "Carrot! Mommy is on a very important phone call!" you harshly scold her. >Carrot doesn't quite get it, but she very much gets the tone as she cowers before you. >Her fear softens your heart. "Go draw Mommy a picture of a cat and when I'm done on the phone I'll play airplane with you." >Carrot lights up and scampers off to get her crayons and draw. >You can hear Miss Janis laughing on the other end of the phone. "Sorry about that, Miss Janis-" >"Please! Darling, call me Anne!" "Sorry about that, Anne." >"Don't worry, darling. It's all in the life of having pets! Now! Where were we?" >You and Anne discuss the particulars of the job- the kind of music, pay ($2,000 per show, guarenteed at least one show a week), etc. >She gives you the address to her resturant, and the last thing she says to you is to feel free to bring Carrot along. >You've got a new job. >You've got a great new job. >You've got a great new job that you can bring Carrot to, which means no more leaving her home alone. >Life is good. >No. >Life is fucking great.   The End!   >It's 5pm when you arrive at the resturant. >Carrot is in special carring case hanging over your shoulder. >She looks around wide-eyed. >"Whaiw we, Mommy?" she cues, entirely taken in by her sleak, ultra-modern surroundings. "It amayowing!" "That's amazing, Carrot. And we're at Mommy's new job." >Carrot gets an adorable determined look on her face as she spends the rest of the day mastering the word "amazing", while you go about learning about your new position.   >Your new job requires that you wear a skimpy french maid outfit, which is the best of a set of pretty bad outfits. >The resturant caters to very rich men, as expected. >You will be playing violin. >Each set will last 2 hours. >You get a 1 hour break between sets. >4 sets in each show >You are free to continue bringing Carrot, as long as she doesn't interfier. >You will be paid in cash. >You may set up a tip jar.   >Life is not as good as earlier, but still not horrible.   >"Mommy! Mommy! Wook!" Carrot mews as she rushes over to wear you are sitting, staring at the maid outfit. >She bounces in place, excitedly waiting for you to acknowledge her. >"Amazing!" she says triumpfently. >You look at her, confused. >Not able to comprehend that you don't remember she says it again, puffing out her little chest, proud. >CLICK "Oh! Good job, Carrot! I'm very proud of you." You tell her as you pick her up. >You kiss her forehead and put her back down, going back into your slump. >She doesn't make the connection between the outfit and your state. She just understands that you're not happy. >"Wat wong wit Mommy?" she asks. >You doubt she'll get it, but explain it to her anyway because, well, why the hell not? >You pick her up and set her on the table. "Baby, Mommy got a new job today. It's a very good job, and Mommy gets to do what she loves, but it means she has to wear something she's not really comfortable wearing," you tell her. >She looks at you confused. >"Hugsies?" she says, leaning back on her haunches offering a hug. >Nope, doesn't get it. >You hug your fluffy pony and feel better, knowing that she loves you. >Life is okay.