Shim chuckled.

"You? An idea? The only good idea you've had that's been profitable is the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy. But please, tell me what this 'good idea' is about.."

She kept the blade at Sham's neck, who took a deep breathe, hoping this would work.

"Well.... what you did with that foal.... Applebuck, is something I quite approved. It made wonderful tasting cider, and it got revenge on those pathetic Apples! And they can't trace- or prove that you've done it. Well, wouldn't you think it would be splendid, and much more quicker, if you had a partner to help you?"

The silence nerved Sham more then ever. She could feel Shim's body shift as she tried to make up her mind, obviously having war with herself. It made Sham feel better that she wasn't completely heartless about her.

Finally, Shim responded.

"How would this work? You're cut up, and you're horn is cut off. You don't think ponies will notice?"

"What about you learn a spell that gives me my horn back. The injuries, you can fix some with magic, but we can say we've had an accident, with the Super Speedy. Story for that? We'll make it up, but we'd have to wreck the machine some. But that could lure ponies to helping them... and we could enjoy some cider....."

"Sister of mine.... that sounds lovely. Let's get along with this wonderful plan, shall we?"

~~~~~~~~~

"Ma'am, I'm glad to be a service." said a Earth Pony stallion, putting a hammer up in his toolbox.

"Oh but I must thank you somehow. After this terrible time I've had, this devastation where everypony has left me, you've been so helpful. How does 30 bits sound?"

"Miss It's really no trouble. I can't take money from ya after what you've been through." he said, smiling as bright as his amber eyes.

"Well, how about a cup of cider?" she asked, smiling happily.

"Now that's something I can take."

"I'll be a moment."

Shim trotted into her home and went in the kitchen. Opening the fridge she grabbed a cup of fresh cider while talking in a singsong voice.

"Oh Sham, this plan is wonderful! Been able to make this fresh cider with you, together, was absolutely fun!"

She headed back out, levitating the cup with her magic, not wanting to drip the precious liquid. "Good sir, your cider. Specially made for you."

"Gee, thanks." he said, taking a large gulp. He stood still for a moment, and started to lean left, ad right. "W-What do you call this.... cider?"

"Shamrock luck." she said, right before he fell into blackness.

Author's Note

Sorry so Short, but this maybe completed.