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Piece of cake! Or not. *open*

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A young deer stands tall and bright-eyed in her wedding gown, her gray-blue hair cascading luxuriously down her neck as she inclines her head.. She leans in and puckers her lips, awaiting the kiss...

 

"Honestly, Misty! Are you even listening? You're daydreaming again! When are you going to go get a job and start contributing to some of the bills around here! Bits don't grow on trees you know!"

Mistwhisper glared at her mother, angry at having her reverie interrupted so rudely. "Mom, I get it but it's not easy to get a job in a city - no, a world - filled with ponies who have their special talents stamped on their backsides." And it was true, of course. No-one wanted to hire a blank-flank deer when there were ponies advertising their talents and experiences on their flanks. Come to think of it, she'd never actually seen another deer in this town before. Did deer even get cutie marks? Maybe she could be the first! And then she'd totally get some sort of prize. Maybe lots of money too! That way she wouldn't have to worry about a job. And then the stallions would queue up..

"Misty! Again! There are plenty of young ponies without cutie marks who get jobs to tide their way through school! Just go out there and ask for Celestia's sake! What harm can it do?"

"But-" It was no use. Her mother was already up and shoving her towards the door of their small cottage on the outskirts of White Tail Woods. Misty harumphed as the door closed in her face and she heard the telltale click as the lock slid into place from the other side of the wood. 

Resigning herself to a day filled with rejection, she began to trot towards the town. Maybe her mom was right - someone might give her a chance right? And think of all the things she could buy with those extra bits! Cupcakes, clothes, books! Maybe she'd even fall in love with a co-worker! Then she could get married and have the wedding of her dreams!

 

And maybe - 

 

CRASH

 

"Ow, ow! Ouuuuch!" Misty cried, tumbling to the floor. She had walked straight into a tree. "Misty you clutz," she reprimanded herself. She got up and dusted herself off and went to move on - but her long mane was tangled in the low hanging brambles of the shrub underneath the culprit tree. 

"Oh great!" she huffed, pulling her hair free and smoothing it down as best she could. "Of course, now my hair's a mess too! I'm so desirable now to an employer!" she moaned sarcastically.

With one final cry of defeat, she resumed her journey into town, wondering what else could go wrong (or right?) today!

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