Applejack woke up to singing birds, bright sun and a gentle breeze. The day was perfect, but she couldn't ignore the weird feeling in her head. She took a small canter through the acres, hoping the beauty of nature would clear her head of this strange feeling. She stopped as she noticed something small and shiny on the ground. A small apple cutter she thought. Imagine holding that sharp, pointy blade... Cutting... Slicing... Stabbing.... Yes, she thought This would be a perfect day for a murder