What on this good green earth was I thinking? Seriously, what? When you do a fic about a taboo subject of the parents of Big Mac, Applejack and Apple Bloom, I'm just begging for trouble.

Not only that, but to type this, the entire thing on my phone when my computer has been dead for weeks, with a new one taking half of forever to get here, something is bound to go horribly wrong.

Like this story for instance, a story about when Granny Smith is dying on her deathbed, Big Mac finally confesses a secret about what really happened on the day his parents were killed. Not only I can sense the negativity just suggesting that idea, but I can tell people on this site might hate me more because I'm basing the story on a theory from the Lizzie Borden ax murders.

And yet, why did I posted this out anyway? Probably those who would read it would be sadistic because I'm that stupid.

Honestly, what was I thinking!?!

A special thanks to SecretBrony01 for proofreading.

YouTube reading by Swift Blade Productions.