>She looks up at me
"We all have to have bad days once and a while"
>"But this has been my life for years! I am poor and hungry and no home!"
>I look at her, she is crying
>"And this "job" i have is the only thing i can do to survive"
>i look at the tree close to her
"Say that is a happy little tree there"
>She looks out and sees it
>"More happy than i will ever be"
"No that isnt true, you can be happy. Come here."
>I grab my bag i had and bring out some brushes and a easel with a canvas
>"Painting? But im not good at painting"
>I look over to her and smile
"I will teach you, there is a small easel and canvas in that bag, we can share the paints"
>She sets it up and prepares to listen
>I begin to speak
"Now the first thing we need to do is have a basic outline"
>She starts to paint along with me
>"Does it look good?
>I look at her canvas and see a decent outline
"Thats good, now we will fill in the basic colors"
>We start and halfway through it she says
>"Aw great, i mixed the green and brown together"
>I look at it and see the mixed colors
"Its ok, we dont make mistakes in painting, we only make happy accidents"
>She turns back and mumbles somthing "My life has been a happy accident if you say it that way"
>I hear it but i ignore that statement
"You can cover up the brown with green later"
>I go out and help her paint with each and every step
>A hour later we finish
>She looks at her tree and then at mine
"I will never be as good as you..."
>She slumps down and looks sad
"Hey, its ok. I was horrible at this when i first started"
>"I hardley believe that"
>I go silent and sit by her
"Do you want to talk while the paint is drying?"
>She looks at me and says "Well i have nothing else to do"
>"So how did you get to be so good at painting"
"I was in the Air Force, sort of like your wonderbolts, but in big fast planes"
>She was confused
>"You learned to paint there?"
"Well no, it was my inspiration. I looked at mountians and meadows and trees all the time"
>"Really? Mountians? I always wanted to see a mountian"
"Maybe you can paint one too"
>She smiles. "I can?"
>I smile back
"Maybe someday, if its there, you can do it"
>A loud stomping went up to us
>"Hey you slut! You were supposed to be here this afternoon, not with this pink skinned freak!"
>WAT
>A hoof landed on the hazel pony's stomach
>"OWW! Ple-please, stop! HELP!"
>I get up to grab him but he punches me knocking the wind out of me
>Then a strange anger rose in me...
>Oh no not again
>I charge at him
>He turns twords me and he tries to react
>too late
>A bone shattering punch knocks him to the ground shocked
>I grab his head and made him look at me
>"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU INSENSITIVE JACKASS!"
>My voice must have reached the ends of this earth because everyone is silent and looks at me
>The big pony starts sobbing and runs off
>I get on my knees and start crying
>The hazal pony runs up to me and asks if i am ok
"You know somthing...i promised my wife that i would never yell again...i guess some promises can be broken"
>She hugs me and says "Its just a happy accident"
>I hug her back and cry
>Our paintings finish drying and she asks me
>"Will you paint with me again
"Of course"
>I go to that same spot every week and paint with her
>She gets better and better overtime and she is almost at par with my skills
>One day however i decide to buy tickets to go to the mountians
>When we paint a yellow pony's house on the edge of the woods she looks at our paintings
"Wow...i havent seen paintings like these before"
>Hazel looks at her and thanks her
>the yellow pony pulls out a bag of bits
>"Here, you did a good job"
>She brings both paintings in
"Wow...she gave me a bunch! I can get a apartment!"
>I go silent
>"Is everything all right?"
"You wanted to see a mountian right?"
>I pull out the tickets
>She is in shock
>"For...both of us? You didnt have too"
"I have too, it was your dream. I wanted it to come true"
>In shock she hugs me and starts crying happy tears
>The yellow pony in the door sheds a tear and shuts the door
>2 weeks later we head up to the mountians
>It was cold but it was worth it.
>I saw her happy in painting every side of the mountian, every drop of water, every bit of detail
>after 3 hours she shows me the painting. It was magnificent
"Wow...thats beyond my skill"
>"Really?!"
>It was, i cant believe she has gotten this far
>We return to town
>Somepony sees her painting and asks to buy it
>Its a pony with a camera, and a snazzy dress
>"IT WOULD LOOK BEAUTIFUL AS A INSPIRATION!" She booms
>"Oh..ok. But how mu-" Hazal was cut off with a big bag of bits landed on her table
>It was around 2000 i dont doubt
>"THANK YOU PAINTER!" the blue pony yelled as she ran with the painting
>Hazel was happy as she could be
>Word got around town and that painting was famous
>2 years later
>Hazel is a magnificent painter and today is her first live demonstration
>"Im nervous...what if they don't like me?
"If they didn't like you they wouldn't have you come here today"
>"Th..thats true"
"Go out there and make some smiles!"
>She goes out on stage and i sit in the audience
>"I am Hazel and i welcome you all today.."
>She begins painting
>It was a slow start and i didnt know what she was painting
>Hours pass and i see the painting finished in front of the crowd
>It was a tree grown through a box with a gardener with big hair tending it
>People loved it but were confused
>"This painting is based on trials i had in the past. But i was helped and now am where i am now"
>Ponies loved it and someone was yelling "500 bits!" "800 bits!"
>Bidding started
>Noise erupted until a loud stomp came in the room
>It was that pony that punched her
>"8,500 BITS" he yelled
>Everyone went silent
>he smiled and went to get the painting and handed her the bits
>"Im sorry"
>He walks off stage and leaves the room
 
>Later i see Hazel on a park bench
>She is sad
>"Why did he come back?"
>I was confused
"To apoligize of course"
>"No one has done that to me since that day"
"Well things change dont they? You have to have a bit of darkness to lighten things. Just like painting"
>"But what if someone hurts me again?"
>I question that to myself
"They wont Hazel"
>"Why?"
>Butterflies form in my stomach
>I kiss her on the cheek
"Because you have grown to not be a twig...but a happy tree"
"A happy tree that will give light to others"
>"Just like you have given me?"
>I lean in to kiss her again
"Yes, and the old twigs around us will become happy trees with you"
 
The end