Life of an Apple

     Big Macintosh waited anxiously in the barn. His parents were due home any moment with his new younger sibling.

Grandpa and Granny Smith waited with him, resting on the burgundy couch. They kept glancing at the clock.

     Suddenly, the barn door was thrust open. Big Macintosh immediately recognized his parents. Apple Drops was standing beside Redstreak, holding an orange bundle in her forelegs.

     "That's the baby?" Big Macintosh asked, bounding up to his parents eagerly.

     Apple Drops nodded. "We've named her Applejack," she sighed happily, admiring the dozing orange foal.

     Redstreak rustled Big Macintosh's short, orange mane. "You're a big brother, Mac," he said, smiling.

     Big Macintosh nodded excitedly. He looked at his mother. "Can I hold her?" he asked. "I want to hold her. She's my little sister now."