March 12, 11:30 am.
Been on the rode for a few hours in the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6,000 (By joe, you don't realize how long that name is until you're writting it down!) We left Ponyville after being humiliated. Well, to make a long story short (But honestly, I would rather not write them down in my diary for me to be haunted by it everytime I read back.) We arrived in a small town called, obviously, Ponyville. Decent, and we seemed to have a gathered crowd in out hooves. I guess that's our first wrong step, we took that for an advantage, and made the deal with local farmers (The Apple Family, Pappy Smith, Lil Macintosha, Applejack, and Applebuck. I do think Applejack and Applebuck seem to be swooned while we sang. True, Sham can bat those eyelashes and make any stallion drop at her bidding. Lucky.) Split the profhit 75/25. Of course the 75 would go to us, but we'd power the machine for free! Wasn't enough for them, complete denial. So after a little compition spat (Which went beautifully to my plan.) we all agreed to a contest; Whoever can produce the most cider in one hour would win exclusive rights to Soul Cider Provider in Ponyville! And, by the Apples suggestion, the loser leaves. We agreed to that as well, (We're probably thought as pretty little decivers. Hmmph, like that's true...well....now that I think of it........) Well, we had that contest- and we won! However we were chased out by the crowd (Which still I don't understand- while we made cider they cheered for us and when we won, they get all disappointed.. What the hay...? It's like cheering for a favorite sports team and getting upset when they acutally win. Makes sense- DOESN'T it?) because of our cider. Well... the reason we kinda lagged behind in the contest when the Apples got help, and I sadly admit we permitted it, we added more power to the machine. Well, when we did the machine started sucking up the whole tree...and the apple sorter was full of gunk and not a single apple made it. As I paniced to find out what to do, by beloved sister Sham, yes it was SHAM'S idea, to just turn off the apple sorter and let whatever into cider. Like I wrote before, we won and were chased out because the cider we gave was obviously disgusting (and it was rather hard to get spat out cider out of my mane. Ewwww. I shudder even remembering the feeling. Honestly, did they have to spit it ON us? If I wasn't trying please the crowd, I promise I would have dumped the whole barrel of yucky cider on them!) You get the whole idea.
Oh. Coming up on a another town..um.....Wheatgermany. I hope things go wondefully here.
