Beatless

Applebloom pounded her hooves down on the floorboards as she leaped from under her covers. It was exactly one month until the annual apple festival. She grasped the marked in her mouth and drove it across the calender, crossing out the number 7. 7 Had always been her favorite number, probably because the apple festival was her favorite time of the year.

There was thunder rumbling down the stairs as Applebloom almost collapsed at the bottom.

"What the hay is goin' on out 'ere?" Applejack called from the next room. She stepped through the doorway, the sun catching her silk blonde mane. A sheepish look grew on Applebloom's creamy yellow face.

"Don't yer know what day it is?" There was barely anytime left for Applejack to answer before Applebloom had gathered enough excitement to let it out uncontrollably. "It's a month 'til apple festival!" She cried.

Granny Smith had heard Applebloom's shouts of joy and had awoken from her morning nap. She stretched her jaw open and gave way for a yawn. It hadn't been long until the voice of Applebloom had returned, followed by Applebloom's gallop into the room.

"Granny Smith, it's a month 'til apple festival, ain't ye excited?!"

"It's a grunt filled cattle special?- what?" Granny Smith had lent down towards Applebloom's mouth, holding her head on a side.

"Apple festival!" Applebloom cried once again that early morning.

Granny Smith stuck her spine up, grinning.

"Apple festival!" She echoed joyfully. Her old memories flooded through her mind as she remembered the food, the games, the pie competition and the present giving. "Ma favorite time of the year!"

It was true, it was most of the apple family's favorite time of the year.

Applebloom turned to Applejack, unable to keep her voice low. She too had remembered the present giving and had always had a curious side to it.

"Applejack, what are you givin' for the present givin'?" It was a big memory of Applejack's last year present giving. She had spent all her free time developing the barn after a large, dangerous storm. It was now beautiful and adored by everypony.

Applejack paused to look down at Applebloom and grin.

"Applebloom, that's ages away!" She laughed.

"Aw, c'mon Applejack, it's only a month away!"

Applejack laughed again, scruffing Applebloom's hair as she trotted out the door.

Applebloom would have sulked, but she was too excited, though the day was still young and it did feel like ages away.