In the cold confines of this unfamiliar place, five bodies stood motionless. His eyes fluttered as he tried to focus on his surroundings, allowing them to adjust to the faint light. That was what Dusk's limbs felt like as his mind finally stirred to conscious. I gave a look at the tree before I retreated, giving myself a little smile as I took a nearby apple and helped myself, only one use for a bad apple and that's to help other apples grow.Dead weight. I had gotten pretty good at it by then, I reckon almost every tree in the farm had a bad apple buried next to it by now. I dug a hole under one of my favorite apple trees and buried the pony, making sure to press the earth down deep so it wasn't disturbed. A bad apple had to be disposed of to stop it from spreading to the others but it could still serve a purpose. That critter sure put up a fight, I was just lucky that house was pretty far from the other houses in Ponyvile, I would of felt just awful if I had woken some pony with all the noise.Īfter waiting a few minutes, making sure the pony didn't suddenly leap back up, I got off and carried them with me to the farm. "You like apples, dontcha?" I said, watching as the pony's eyes watered, body flailing before finally going still. They coughed and spluttered as they fell over but I didn't let them get up, I leapt at them and pinned them to the floor as I got another apple and stuffed it in their muzzle as they squirmed, choking as I crammed the apple further down their throat. Like I said, that pony sure had a mouth on them, this time however that mouth was shut rather quick as I pulled out an apple and shoved it in that pony's muzzle. I admit it wasn't my smartest move, the noise soon woke them up and they started getting real mad at me. Turns out they were staying in a house not too far from the farm, I looked in and found out the pony was asleep so I climbed in the window. That night I waited until the others were asleep and headed out, it didn't take me long to track the other pony from before. That was when I realized I was dealing with a bad apple, I played it nice though and managed to wave them off with a smile, though I had to grit my teeth somewhat as I watched them toss the barely touched apple on the ground as they left. Then it happened, that pony went ahead and took one of my apples, took a big bite of it right in front of me and smiled real nice, the kind of smile one has when they do something wrong and think you can't do nothing about it, and said "catch you later". Still I just tried my best to move the little pony on without making a fuss.Īfter a while they went to move on and seemed to be a nice enough pony despite the rough start. Now, I'm a friendly sort so I decided to go over and see what the new pony wanted, only turns out this pony wasn't like most of the others, pretty new to town and had a right mouth on her. Now, let me get on with my story: it began one fine afternoon, I was picking apples and trying my best to keep the farm in top condition when I noticed some pony trespassing. Ya see, life is a lot like apples - all it takes is a couple of bad apples to ruin the whole batch and I can't just let that happen. They are, well gosh darn it, I can't explain it - ya ever imagine being torn apart piece by piece? agonising pain rushing through ya? well that's how I feel about my apples - I love my apples, which is why I'd do anything to make sure they stay big and strong. You see, I was born and raised on apples, apples are my life - heck, my apples are more than my life. Well I reckon it's about time some pony did, so - ya all like apples, dontcha? well that's good. Howdy ya all, my name's Applejack and I guess ya all aren't too used to having a pony tell ya a story.
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