I'll try to make this like one of those sinema created in the thirties. There will be no swearing, but some violence will be in here.

Seanthehedgehog Presents

A fanfiction taking place during the late 1800's

Strike

In Pittsburgh, lots of ponies working in the steel mills did not like working conditions, and often went on strike. This story takes place during the Homestead Strike of 1892.

One of the workers James, did not want anything to do with the strike, but two weeks before it began, some of his Marafiki decided to make him change his mind.

James: *Working*
Larry: *talking with Jack*
James: *sees Larry, but ignores them*
Larry: Jack, I'm telling you. Everyday we get here, things just seem to be getting worse.
Jack: What do wewe mean?
Larry: The working conditions. It seems like, working here just gets zaidi dangerous. If only Andrew Carnegie got somepony else to take control of this plant.
Jack: Well, now that wewe mention it, he has been doing a poor job of getting the AA to leave us alone. It's been nearly three years since they've wanted to make some kind of a bargaining agreement with Frick.
Larry: They also had a strike during that all.
Jack: Yeah. I really hope things get better, otherwise we'll have to get everypony to jiunge in with us, and go on strike.
James: (I can't stand it anymore. They're talking about something important, and I'm sure they want me to jiunge in.) *walks to Larry*
Jack: James, nice of wewe to jiunge us.
James: Uhm. Sure. What are wewe two talking about?
Larry: We're planning to go on strike.
James: Seriously, again? We've been going for nearly three years without a strike.
Jack: It ain't our fault. The AA won't leave us alone. If they're going to keep pestering us, we'll just pester them back. Don't tell anypony yet, but I've got some guns at my house. I'll bring them here, and we'll use 'em when the time's right.
James: I don't want to get involved.
Larry: Of course wewe do, just promise wewe won't tell anypony?
James: Yeah, whatever.
Larry: Good.

A whistle blew, and all the workers lined up to go home. The work siku was over.

2 B continued