A Wrong Brew

Zecora stared into Apple Bloom's sore throat. It seemed torn up, with some scars. "I guess you have a sore throat, nevertheless, or a goat in your mouth."

Well, that rhyme was a fail. Complete fail, no doubt. What in the world was wrong with her? "Could you leave?" Zecora asked. "My rhymes I grieve."

She failed again. She was possibly drunk too much Failure Potion in accident, considering it has a cherry flavor, and she loved cherry.

"Well, you don't have to rhyme." said Applejack, extremely curious of "what the heck was wrong with Zecora? She's crazy, I don't know if she read a book of how to become dumb or something."

"Eeyup," Big MacIntosh said.

"Oh? I don't?" Zecora asked curiously said.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes.

"Well, we'd be leavin', got juicy apples for harvest." Applejack muttered.

"Eeyup," Big MacIntosh repeated.

Zecora nodded. Then, a potion fell, and it knocked down some other potions, SPLASH, SPLASH-

The Apple relatives stared, and slowly walked away, facing Zecora's dumbfounded face. "No, don't, oh-"