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Wooo this one is a doozy so stay tuuned ya’ll lol

How they Met

Big Mac along with being a farmer has a general knowledge of construction and repair. He’s reliable and cheap so ponies in the local community often ask for his help in fixing up things in their house. Usually its old ladies asking for help because their roof is leaking or something small and hard to reach. (they may or may not call him multiple times just to ogle his strooong high quarters ) One particular request came in by the name Zecora. Which is strange because Zecora is usually a self-sufficient pony and rarely asked for help, she was the one usually helping other ponies actually. But the mare had oddly gone sick with a mysterious cold that could not just quit. As such her carefully grown garden was quickly overgrowing and, if not carefully tended to, could overrun her whole house easily. Plus general infrastructure issues she had not been able to get to So Big Mac was called because he knew his stuff and Applejack probably off somewhere saving a village idk.

And grrrl let me tell you as much as Applejack tried to placate him he was absolutely scared witless to enter the home of a “witch doctor”. Armed with tools to the nine and hooves ready to buck, he entered the home. And let me tell you, it was terrifying. Zecora had allot of plants she brought from Equifrica and they were nasty, finicky and just plain rude at times like cats they refused to listen and constantly evaded his pruning scissors. Big mac tried and tired but he just couldn’t get these plants to “behave”. (and being as stubborn as Apple he flat out refused Zecora’s help) the whole week of tending to the garden left Big Mac scratched and bruised. And it also didn’t help that Zecora kept darn nagging at him. (lol two stubborn late 30 year olds who prefer to keep to themselves can create quite a bit of chaos). By the end of the week Big Mac had had it and wanted to leave, let Applejack handle this. He was just about to tell off the zebra, ehen suddenly Zecora proceeded to nearly hack a lung in front of him. Her breathing became incredibly ragged and she lost her footing. Big Mac, terrified, quickly caught the falling pony and yelled if they should go to the hospital. He looked frantically around for the fastest path but the forest was densely overgrown.

“*cough No Need *cough. Just place me…place me with my babies.” Zecora stuttered too out of breadth to rhyme for once.

Completely bewildered and panicked, Big Mac wanted to object… when he suddenly saw how the plants were reacting around them. Rising high in the air they seemed to chitter and coo at Zecora in concern. In fact it seemed the whole portion of the everfree forests was standing at attention. Worried for their caretaker

Following Zecora’s direction Big Mac led Zecora down a more secluded path till they reached a small opening field. There he placed the mare down and proceeded to follow her instructions on drawing a ritual in the field. Carefully Big Mac a large swirl that mimicked a larger version of Zecora’s cutie mark around her.

“Now place her hooves in the center and release your vonkel”

“uhh My what?”

“your aura, you shine” and when those words fell on deaf ears she paused to think “focus on what ahh’ make you sparkle. yes, sparkle. From the inside” she pointed to her chest.

Big Mac stared at her dubiously but proceeded to close his eyes and concentrate to find his “sparkle”

At first nothing came but suddenly he was transported inside his mind. A mind he hadn’t been for a very long, long time. Through it he walked through dim hallways checking every doorway trying to find his sparkle… but he couldn’t find anything. Nothing just the same monotonous tasks/chores he had been repeating many time before… for years.

Big Mac felt his throat go tight, but why was he feeling a lump in his throat?

“ummm Miss Zecora” gosh why did his voice sound so warbled even to him? “I don’t think I have a..a ssparkle” those last words had to be choked out. Why was he feeling so sad all of a sudden?

Now it was Zecora’s turn to stare in worried confusion. Reaching her hoof out she placed it over his… and delved in. What she saw must have been dreadful because tears fell down her face and she jerked her hoof back as if it was stuck there. And then she proceeded to do the worst thing possible. She stared at him with deep concern.. And pity. At him!? What was so dreadful?

“Oh baby, something bad happened to your sparkle” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

And big mac felt the world open up beneath him as he fell in.

End of p1

See these images for more info
https://www.deviantart.com/vio-mlp-creator/art/Big-MacinTosh-what-happened-to-him-821901992
https://www.deviantart.com/vio-mlp-creator/art/What-Does-Macintosh-do-821907977
https://www.deviantart.com/vio-mlp-creator/art/Sasssy-Sassy-Blossom-823136592

The Kiddos from oldest to youngest

Freezia Apple free·zhuh
Welcome to Camp Trailblazer’s critters! Grab your socks, turn of your Pager’s and get ready to sweat, be covered in bugbites and have the most exhilarating, most educating summer ever!
Special talent: instilling fillies and critters with the love of nature.
Build: Big and Tol
Born in the Everfree forest to loving parents Zecora and Big Mac, Freezia had an childhood like no other. From swinging on vines to leaping over swamp bubbles annnd the occasional chase from large unsuspecting animals. Freezia loved the outdoors and although she was generally a very friendly and outgoing pony… she could never get the local fillies and critters to play with her in the everfree forest. How strange? Well whatever she liked playing with the frogs and animals by herself just fine. This sentiments would continue on throughout Freezia’s childhood and she could never get why everypony was so scared? If Freezie could she would spend everyday in the everfree forest, and let me tell you nothing could get that filly to sit down and do her homework. Research on how to teach ADHD fillies effectively hadn’t been studied well yet so poor Cheerille, as kind as she was and try as she might, could not contain this filly. Most teachers just labelled Freezia a trouble maker but Cheerille still held out hope and love for her niece Freezia. She wasn’t a bad kid just rudderless, and Cheeriliee needed to find that rudder so help her god. It wasn’t until one day, when she decided to brave Zecora’s home for a visit, that she stumbled onto Freezia (covered in sticks and leaves but smiling none the less) and the little filly proceeded to guide her back home, while describing every single plants and animal they strolled by. Cheerillee was beyond impressed to here this little filly’s extensive knowledge of the ecosystem. (she was also impressed by the fillies teaching ability). With this knew found knowledge Cheerille decided to try engaging in more alternative hands on activities for Freezia, bonus if she could also teach the other fillies when it came to subjects like Science and Biology. She had a way of getting the other fillies interested in learning. To this day Freezia is utterly grateful for her aunts Cheerilee’s persistence and never giving up on her.

Because now Freezia is a beloved educator in her own right. She’s a biology teacher to elementary school kids, a dedicated fillyscout mentor and every summer a beloved Summer camp counselor.

Funfact:
Believe it or not Freezia makes bank as a summer camp counselor because eeeeeverybody loves her and wanted her to work for them.(lol in this world education is more respected thanks to Queen Twilights patronage)

Punnett Square
Don’t you know a Dionaea Muscipula aka a Venust Flytrap is a is a carnivorous plant native to subtropical wetlands? They like meat duuuh….also your overwatering your Chrysanthemum
Punnett is…. a piece of work to say the least. Usually reserved Punnett keeps to himself, until he sees some filly disrespecting a plant or misquoting something. And theeen he’s all ready to strutt over and bluntly correct them on their factoids. “Um Actually is a word he uses often. His opinions are informed and always correct. He finds childrens roughhousing and their general disrespect of nature annoying and because he’s actually larger then most fillies he has no problem stepping in to stop fights. (not because he cares for the poor bullied filly but more because their rough housing was getting too close to the potted plants.

Funfact:
This stepping and stopping fights has unintentionally left Punnett with a league of fillies following after him, because in their eyes he saved their hides from getting pummeled. (lol its just because most bullies like to fight in the corner of the yard aka where Punnett’s favorite plants are.)