Journal entry 2 : Arrival
June 27
 
This morning I’ve been woke by the other passengers of the boat. The town of Four Cannon was in sight and everypony (still feel weird) was exited. We could see ponies running around, either hauling materials from places to places and putting finishing touches on freshly built buildings. The whole view was motivating, almost made me forgot about wanting to be home.
 
 
Not five minutes later we were unloading ourselves from the ship and got gathered around. We even got a last speech from that smug unicorn reminding us about the content of our kits, the importance to work together and, of course, to praise the god damn sun. Without further notice, he got back into the ship with a semi disgusted look on his face. Poor sod probably never set foo-, *hoof* on real dirt, seeing how fast he wanted to get on board.
 
 
So here I was, officially inhabitant of Four Cannon. The refugee town for once-humans.
 
 
And it was pretty decent too. Knowing the kind of autist that post on /mlp/, myself included,  I frankly expected something in the likes of a dump with ponies fucking eatchother all around. At least there was no one stretching in suggestive ways in sight.
 
 
I guess that it was around that moment when I was lost in thoughts that I just started walking forward. To my big surprise, I’ve made past five meters and there wasn’t groud dirt on my mouth. Frankly the best way to achieve the simple act of motion is not to think about it and let it happen. Not too different from human…
 
Regardless, now with my refueled confidence into performing mundane tasks such as moving, I headed to the center of the town to get familiarised with the place. Wasn’t too long before I bumped into a silver coated earth pony that looked like he knew what he was doing. Before I could even spit out a word, he faced me and simply asked;
 
“What are you good at?”
 
“Sorry, what?”
 
“If you want to help and make a living here, you’ve got to find work . Better grab one that you’re already not oblivious to.”
 
“Well, I grew up in the countryside. Mostly worked as a farmhand with the neighbours.”
 
“Good, we’re actually looking for farmers to help growing crops. Go to the fields and ask around, you’ll get a job in no time.”
 
“good to know, I’ll be on my way then” I replied him
 
“Oh where are my manners, I forgot to ask your name, mine is Silver Tongue. Pleasured to meet you.”
 
“I’m eh… anon”
 
“Not having a pony name yet? There is no problem keeping your old but I doubt that it will fit in, even more so that’s a boy name and you’re a-“
 
“A mare. I know. Don’t worry, I’ll find one soon.”
 
“No offences meant.” He said in a apologizing tone.
 
“None taken. I’ll be looking around town a bit first. I’m not exactly thrilled to revive my childhood job so I’ll look for some input.”
 
“Your call, see you around.”
 
“See ya”
 
 
That conversation went awkward rather quickly, glad I could take off before it went any further. I couldn’t help but think he was looking down my marehood,
 
this is 4chan’s people afterall.
 
 
Regardless, there is no way I’m going back to collecting rocks and hauling shit around on a farm anytime soon. I’ve headed to take a look at the town hall if I could find something better, and I am not going to ask another pony until I’ve bought a knife. Speaking of which, there was the blacksmith just around the corner. I guess the owner was absent since there was a big sign with “Closed” written on it, next to one with “We don’t give away free knives”.
 
Good to know.
 
 
Soon after, I found something interesting pinned on the Inn’s door. It was more looking like a “wanted” sign rather than a job offer but the deal was clear: whoever brings back a pound of dandelions get a room for a week.
Needless to say that I’ve just grabbed the paper and hid it in my saddlebag. It was almost noon already and I needed a roof over my head as soon as possible.
 
Nothing really exiting happened next, only me gathering plants at the edge of town. Altough I should have realised sooner just what a pound of dandelions meant, that’s a whole fucking lot.
 
 
It was dusk before I knew it, mostly drifted from places to places carefully having the town always in sight. I’ve spent most of my time thinking about all of this. That whole wilderness to conquer because Princess Celestia was “benevolent” enough to allow us to. Its not like its going to change anypony’s life in Canterlot or we really had a choice. Most pony I’ve crossed looked like they had the time of their lives, I guess they really are living the dream afterall. No wonder why so many decided to drop off their old names and embrace their “pony”nity.
About that too, I needed a new name. Anon isn’t just making the cut anymore for a mare like I’ve became.
I needed to make a fire aswell. Barely over the half dandelions I needed for that free week.
 
 
Starting that fire has been the most frustrating thing since long ago. Its only after a few hours of banging my face against the flint, steel in my mouth, some leaves finally burned long enough to start a small fire in the branches I gathered. One strangely easy pinned down tent later and I was cathing sheeps.