Ditzy-Doo's Brother: Apple Squish

I arrived in Ponyville, or at least what I thought was Ponyville. Based on what Ditzy told, I thought it would be boring old place filled with libraries (libraries don't like when you eat apple sauce), but even now at this time of day, it was filled with colorful ponies, bustling and shopping. There was a couch and quill store, a cupcake shop, and only one library (which was a huge plus). But that wasn't what I was really excited about, I had done a teleportation spell, and it didnt backfire horribly, I felt sick for a minute and my mane fizzed with static electricity, but nothing medical. I had to tell Ditzy when I got home. I looked around for a moment and walked up to the first pony I saw. She was a bright pink mare with a pink, fluffy mane and tail to go with it, and a cutie-mark with three balloons.

"Hey hey hey," I excitingly asked, "Do you know where I could get some food?"

She looked and me and gasped, running away at an unnatural speed. I stood there in an awkward silence, before cracking a  goofy grin.

"I like her," I cheerily said, "She's fast!"

I walked around for a second before I found somepony else to ask. She was a light orange colored mare, which I rather did like, but it wasn't that that made her amazing. As creepy as is going to sound, it was her smell! She smelled of apples, and apple sauce is made of apples, and I bucking love apple sauce!

"Ahhh..." she said as she caught me starring at her.

"Oh sorry," I said, blushing uncontrollably, "Sorry, I'm new to town. My names Apple Squish."

The orange mare raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "Hey there Apple Squish, you wouldn't happen to like apple buckin' would ya?"

I sadly looked toward the ground, "I don't know, we really didn't have apples where I grew up."

She looked at me like a was somepony crazy.

"No apples? Well sugar-cube, I'd hate to live somewhere like that. Tell you what, come by Sweet Apple Acres sometime, show you what an apple tree looks like. By the way, m'ah names Apple Jack." she winked as she trotted away.

I took one last whiff of the apple fragrance she left behind. I still didn't know where the market was, but I didn't care. I had met an angel, who's name was Apple Jack.