For a long while, everything was normal. बनाया गया, एपलजैक, मौजमस्ती (now a strong filly) and I worked the orchard while Granny and Ma cooked. Pa worked on his artwork. Everything was normal.
Until one day.
Pa kissed बनाया गया, एपलजैक, मौजमस्ती on the head as he packed his paintings into the back of his cart. "When will आप be back?" whined Applejack. "I'm just goin' to the art fair on the other side of town," he explained. "I'll be back soon, my little apple."
And with that, he pulled the गाड़ी onto the long road that winded through Ponyville.
Applejack leaned on me. "Big Mac?"
"Eeyup?"
"Has Mama been actin' strange lately?" Applejack...
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