Applejack's Day

My eyes flicker open and I yawn. I look around me; I see my bed and my room. I slip off the bed onto my bare hooves, letting them relax on the old wooden flooring. I hear the thumping of hooves on the ground outside, however I take no notice. I know it is my big brother, Big Macintosh, out early bucking apples off of the trees outside. I know I should be getting a move on, so I make my way downstairs where I meet Granny Smith lounging on a rocking chair. I meet my Border Collie, Winona, who is sitting on her haunches looking up at me. I give her a friendly smile before shooting off outside where I see apple trees stretched out for miles around. I scan the orchard with my eyes and gallop over to a tree. I set up large baskets around the tree. I stand on my front legs before raising my back legs and bucking the tree with a loud thump, apples falling into the baskets below.
I continue to buck trees. I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead and say, "Apple buckin' sure is hard work."

Winona runs over to me. I give her a pat on the head; she is such a good dog. Smiling, I proceed to walk over to another apple tree. It is rather thick and the bark is peeling off. I hesitate, but I decide to buck it. I set up some baskets around the old tree, I raise my rear legs in the same fashion as before and smash them down onto the bark. Pain rushes through me as I retract my hooves from the old apple tree. I wince in pain with every step I try to take. I go to find my big brother, presumably bucking apples miles away from my current position; I do not hear apple bucking near so I presume he is far off. I decide to find him, which I regret within a few minutes of limping across the seemingly never-ending orchards in pain. I am determined to find Big Macintosh, as I need his help. The barn and the house are miles away from where I am now, so there is no point of me going back there to seek help. I continue in pain, each individual step getting gradually more pain-free, and hear the thumping of large hooves on a tree, which gives me a glimmer of hope. I continue at a faster pace than before, but still limping, with my big brother in sight.

"Big Macintosh!" I yell.
"Applejack?" he asks. His voice is deep and masculine.
"Yes sugarcube, it's Applejack." I reply.
Big Macintosh sees me limp and gallops over to me. I give a happy tip of my stetson hat, but he doesn't take notice as he looks at my injured legs. He shakes his head as he looks back down at my face. My smile turns to an impatient scowl after looking at him for about five seconds.
"Well then? Ah wanna know the conditions of mah legs, if yah please." I say rather rudely.
"Oh, yeah. Ah think ya'll better go in fer the day. There's no way ah'm letting ya work like that..." Macintosh blurts out.
"Well, ah think ah should stay with ya until the end of the day, Mac. It might get a bit better by then."
"Agreed, Applejack."

Big Macintosh starts his work again, leaving me alone with only my thoughts to keep me company.
"Good morning Sweet Apple Acres..." I mumble to myself, laying down on the green grass that tickles my orange fur.
I sigh contently as I rest my legs on the ground. I feel a lot better than I did. Being the restless pony I am, I look up at the sky to try to calm myself down a little bit. That doesn't work in my favor, so I start tossing and turning on the ground. I mumble a few words to myself and I start picking at the grass. A few daisies grow in the fields among the grass, so I pick one near me. I stare at it for a few moments before tossing it away. I put on a faint smile as I watch the clouds go by and see a few pegasi I know among them. I wave to a few of them. My stetson hat falls off so I lay it next to me.

Midday comes and goes. I smell fresh grass, I see beautiful clouds; taking it all in was hard. I lay still on the grass, therefore getting myself more restless, so I start talking to Big Mac. He offers me a fresh apple, and I take it with gratitude. I hear the thumping of my brother's hooves on the trees, then smaller thumps as the apples fall into the baskets.
Big Mac takes a break and lays next to me. I nibble the apple he gave to me and I look at him. He smiles and begins talking, "Well, it's been a rough day. Without ya we can't get as many apples bucked as we would've liked. But what can ya do?"
I move my injured legs a little too much and groan in pain. It was a painful nevertheless beautiful day. I see Winona, my Border Collie, approaching quickly towards me.

"Howdy," I say to her, "What brings ya'll here?"
Winona barks, snuggling up next to my orange fur.
"Has ya lets got better yet, Applejack?"
"Nope."
Macintosh motions for Winona to come to him. She does so and my brother says, "First aid, Winona."
Winona runs away like lightning towards the direction of the house.
"Well," I say, "It was good we taught her how to get the first aid box."
Macintosh lets out a giggle. "Yeah..."

A few minutes later a brown and white speck in the distance approaches us. I know it is my dog. She is carrying a green box with a white cross on it in her mouth. My big brother gallops over to the Border Collie, takes it off of her and gives it to me. I tip my stetson
hat in gratitude as Big Macintosh wraps bandages around my rear legs. I feel much better than before.
"Ah'd better start bucking again," with this Big Mac goes back to bucking apple trees.
The next thing I know, I hear crying. I walk towards the sound and see a grey and yellow speck sitting under one of the trees. I move closer. I see a familiar face.

"Derpy? What ya'll doing out here?"