Thanks

   (Location: Sweet Apple Acres. Time: 3:09 p.m)

   Applejack was just doing her regular job, bucking the trees. Not much else to it. It was kind of an off time. Cider Season was over, and winter wasn't for a bit. She looked right, Big Mac was there, doing the same. Life was repetitive for the Apples, but it wasn't boring. Sometimes there were Timber Wolf attacks. Sometimes just a friendly visit.

   "E-excuse me, are you Applejack?" a timid mail carrier asked.

   "Ah sure am, what's the mail t'day?" she asked.

   "I-it's about your parents." he handed her the letter and flew off.

   "Mail's here!" Applejack yelled, drawing the rest of the Apples to her.

   "Looks official." Apple Bloom said, "Is it about Ma and Pa?"

   "Yeah." Applejack opened the letter.

Dear Apple Family,

We regret to inform you there was a bombing at your parent's army base. Both are assumed dead, but only your mother's body has been found. We are sorry for your loss.

From,

The Army of Equestria

   "Ma and Pa are... dead?" Apple Bloom asked.

   "Ah'm sorry, sugarcube." Applejack replied.

   (Location: Sweet Apple Acres. Time: 9:30 a.m one week later)

   Applejack sat under a tree, as a soft breeze ruffled her mane.

   "Applejack?" a familiar voice called.

   "Pa?" Applejack asked, "Pa! Hey every pony! Y'all gotta see this!"