Tacha was excited, today was the day she opened shop. things were finally going her way. she had had a hard time since she left home for applelossa and found she was only able to make it as far as ponyvile but none of that mattered now that she owned her own stand.
She egerly anticipated the arrival of thousands of customers and at the same time dreading it sudenly realizing that owning a stand required social skills something in which she was lacking. being a pony who had lived in the same town all her life had made her shy to strangers but surly she could get over this slight problem and run a successful stand. shaking the earlier thought away she regained her previous excitement and stared out into the crowds of shoppers imagining all the intresting ponies she was sure to meet.
hours passed by and as she rummaged around her rather large shelf hidden under her counter her enthusiasim began to fade. she returned with a small rag and began wiping down the counter invisioning dust forming and really just for something to occupy her wondering mind. doubts began to flood in as more and more ponies walked by her beloved stand. what if she wasnt cut out to be a sales pony or even just own a stand? what if she wasnt cut out for ponyville, maybe she should just return to her home. she stopped wiping the counter and stared emptily at her hooves. no she couldnt return home a failure they were counting on her to earn her mark what more could she offer?. Being a blank flank had never bugged her it was just a fact just as her brother sporting a fine pair of wings never bugged her. what bugged her was her seemingly lack of tallent. shaking her head she went back to scrubing the already sparkling counter, as doubts and uncertinties battered her mind she was filled with a strong determination that sparkled in her emerald eyes. she would pull this off and this stand would be great!!
ughh now all she needed was a customer. With each passing hour she began to lose hope, with each passing customer she began to lose determination, and with each passing moment her counter continued to shine. She absentmindely scrubed as she stared off into the distance, it couldnt get much shinyer and already a glare from the sun was forming but her scrubing was the only thing she could do. She waited and waited and as her worry and sadness overtook her, she concidered her options. Stay open and risk total disapointment or close down and give in to failure. She didnt like either. Letting out a sad sigh, she rested her chin on her left hoof, still scrubing the counter to its glimmering shine, with the other.