Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Big Macintosh blinked twice and tilted his head to the side, causing his long orange mane to fall in front of his eyes which did nothing to clear up what he was looking at. He blew a puff of air to shove his bangs to the side and looked again. The sight confused him no less than it had before he had shifted his world view a few degrees. It had been worth a shot, he supposed.

There was Rarity’s little sister standing there behind the orchard fence again, front hooves propped up against the railing and curly pastel tail bobbing behind her as she stared out at him as he worked in the field. Every time he glanced over, she ducked her head down a little as though that would keep her from being seen, and smiled a small, nervous smile. Big Macintosh just couldn’t make any sense of it. She’d been doing not much of anything but staring and writing something in a little notebook that she brought along each afternoon when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

Every so often he thought he should probably go over and ask her if he could help her with something. Maybe her sister wanted to see his sister for something, or she was interested in some of the produce he was farming. But he had trotted over to the fence once and she had turned tail and run before he’d had the chance to say a proper how do you do. So he kept working, and she kept scribbling, and he kept shooting glances over his shoulder and through his mane which made her shrink down a few sizes.

Big Macintosh didn’t know how to make sense of this. Not one lick of sense.

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RWL’s Commentary

Heh, it’s a lot of fun to see Sweetie’s crush from Big Mac’s point of view. The description of how she was just peeking over the fence at him and trying to hide poorly was really cute, and his confusion about all of it was pretty nice too. Maybe he’s not used to anypony being interested in him (hard to imagine for me though~). Great work!