For a long while, everything was normal. aguardente de maçã (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 aguardente de maçã on the head as he packed his paintings into the back of his cart. "When will you 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 carrinho 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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