The Replacement Letters

Dear Celestia

Today my crazy grandmother of mine almost cost us all Sweet Apple Acres; she made a bet that we could make more cider than a cider making machine.

Seriously, we had everything to lose and little to nothing to gain.

Why do I listen to that nut job Granny Smith? She might one day send us floating into a subterranean river cave with monsters that make everfree beasts look like cute little duckies or something.

Luckily I didn't die John Henry style, but instead we managed to make all the cider we can drink and never let Rainbow Dash have.

Applejack

PS: I learned nothing; you want to make something of it princess!?!