Here we go again…
 
Flower was back to square one. Still with no idea who her dad was, still with so many questions unanswered. And after Feather Bangs ran away so quickly, she wasn’t exactly in the best of spirits. Who was to say the next stallion wouldn’t run away too? But she had to try. One last time, find answers or spend forever wondering. Which is why she stood before the barn on Hayseed’s turnip farm, knocking the door as confidently as possible.
 
After a short moment, Hayseed opened the door softly, taking his hat off and holding it to his chest upon seeing the filly. “Hello dere lil’ miss! What seems to be tha trouble?”
 
He seemed…even uglier in person, but Flower’s Mama had seen past that so many years ago. Who’s to say he wasn’t beautiful on the inside? Beautiful enough to give her answers.
 
“Hi Mr. Hayseed!” Flower smiled up at him as sweetly as she could. “My name’s Flower Power. Tree Hugger is my Mama.”
 
As soon as the name left her lips, Hayseed blushed and his ears flattened down, a shy smile growing on his face. “Me and her go way back, I—oh…” His eyes widened as it suddenly hit him. “I know what you’re bringing her up for. Ah’m your pa ain’t I?”
 
Flower became a bit nervous; he seemed to be reacting positively, but if she confirmed it who knows what he’d do? But it was going well so far so she hoped for the best.
 
“Well, maybe. I’m not sure. My Mama’s dated a lot of ponies before I was born, so it could either be you or another stallion. But I visited him and he just ran away, so…”
 
“Well Ah don’t know him but ah’d say he’s a few beets short of a beet smoothie! Why would anyone run away from a poor little filly without a pa like yourself?” His expression got a little angered, but he quickly cooled down before asking his next question.
 
“So…what do ya want from me?”
 
“Well…I don’t know who’s really my dad. And I don’t know if I will. I love my Mama but I’ve always wanted a dad…” Flower looked up at him with big, pleading eyes. “I know it’s a lot to ask but even if we’re not really related, can you…be my dad? Please?”
 
Hayseed’s mouth quivered at the sides and his eyes grew wet with tears; all he could do was nod through his tears of joy. He’d always wanted a little filly or colt of his own and now he had one! He needed to be strong for his little one now. So he pulled her in close and wiped his tears.
 
“Ah may not be your dad but Ah sure as hell’ll be your pa Flower. Anything that you need, anything at all, just let me know. You’re always welcome on my—on OUR family farm.”
 
Flower wrapped her arms around him, trying to keep herself from tearing up too.
 
“Thank you, Papa. I love you.”
 
“Ah love you too cupcake.”