You've never met such an amiable pony in all your life. This Applejack gal seems A-OK in your book.
"Lunch does sound delicious," you say. Applejack smiles proudly and puts a hoof around your shoulder.
"Then let's not waste a doggone minute. You'll thank me when you see the lunches we got back at the farmhouse!"
You wave your new friends goodbye and follow Applejack as she leads you off toward what looks like an orchard at the end of town. Rolling hills covered
with apple trees of every variety as far as the eye can see, variety of to mention the enormous barn and farmhouse nearby. Applejack trots ahead of you, raising her nose to a scent in the air.
"Hoo boy!" She says, "You smell that? Granny Smith's been busy, that's fer sure. You picked a great day to stop by!"
You sniff the air, filled with the delightfully sweet smell of various apple dishes, and your mouth waters. You simply cannot wait to wrap your lips around some of those treats and your face shows it. Applejack sees the famished look you're wearing and chuckles as she leads you to the door.
"Alright there, Poppy, have at it!" She pushes the door to her home open and you're quickly bowled over by a trio of fillies. They're cheering something about "Cutie Mark Bannister Polishers" or something. It was kind of hard to hear over the trampling. When you stand up, Applejack is standing on the porch, shaking her fist and shouting.
"Gosh dangit Apple Bloom, you come back here and apologize!" She notices your fall, and turns around to help you, "Powerful sorry about that Poppy, that's my little sister and her friends. They're a little wild sometimes, but they're good fillies I promise."
You stand up, rubbing your head, "No, no, it's fine. Fillies will be fillies. They look like they're really worked up over something."
"Oh, they just really wanna get their Cutie Marks. Foals these days all want 'em."
"Well, shoot, I could help them," you say, "I used to worry about getting my Cutie Mark too, maybe I could at least calm them down."
"That's mighty neighborly of you," Applejack says, "but what about lunch?"
Yeah, what about lunch....?
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