Apple Milk

Morning came and the evidence of the terror of last night remained on the floor, a tarp which was brought in from the barn to help prevent messes and a bucket that was crusted with something that was once white though now took on a more yellowish hue. It was only natural for Big Mac to assume this was from the dairy portion of the farm, and as such he replaced it along with the others once he began his day, never speaking again of the night before. However, him performing farm work today was about as interesting as watching paint dry. This doesn’t count if you’re Pinkie Pie because the last time that happened she contemplated existence which shows that even that isn’t boring for her.

Yes, it seems that all the supernatural powers that were given to Big Mac the day before were gone now, just like every boy band member’s career. Now, and forever, Big Mac would remain the same simple pony of average abilities helping on the farm. Unfortunately, because his service of yesterday became legendary and there was still a line of extraordinary length at the cider booth, many potential customers were dissatisfied. This led to the great cider riots which began and ended in the same day resulting in several destroyed potted plants, a constipated cow, and one pony was rendered in a wheeled office chair for two full hours. Everypony at the incident agreed that it was too frightful, disorganized, and involved too many gerbils to be made of any note in any paper abiding by standards of decency.

Applebloom hardly spoke for several days, however when she was brought to the hospital to see what was wrong the doctor didn’t even look at her and said “Shark week, am I right?” After a while, she became her normal self, planting bits on train tracks and sneaking chocolates into Winona the dog’s food and engaging in a number of schemes with her band of crusaders. So all in all, the status quo became maintained for this Equestrian family, at least until the next catastrophic disaster caused by a being of unreasonable power starts yucking royally.

So remember kids and manchildren, drink your “milk.”