Braeburn laughed as he worked to unload the last of the apple cider shipment from Ponyville. "Big Mac that's one doozy of a story, ah tell ya."

Big Mac nodded, and replied, "Yeeup." He still hadn't gotten a new horse collar, and he seemed strangely naked without it.

Braeburn generously stepped in to grab the last barrel, and he loaded it onto the platform with a huff.

He added, "Ifn' ah got given a horse collar like that, hoo-wee, ah'da thought it was the best dern thing since sliced apples. Guess looks can be decievin', eh Mac?" He playfully slapped Big Macintosh on the shoulder, grinning wide at Big Mac's tall tale.

Big Mac nodded, and closed up the loading doors. "Yeeup."

He turned around to thank Braeburn for his help.

Braeburn was staring off into space, looking very distracted. His hoof was still outstretched where it had been when he touched Big Mac's shoulder.

"Oh horseapples."

Author's Note

Dear Princess Celestia,

Trust me, you don't want to know the lessons we learned about friendship today.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle