Brothers

“Oh, for Luna’s sake!” hollered Applejack.

“Just tell us exactly how many brothers you have, Twi!  ’cuz I’m tellin’ you right now, we don’t appreciate you trottin’ them out one by one, week after week, like y’all are expectin’ a welcome party

“I appreciate it!” protested Pinkie. “I get to try out all my

Twilight started. Turning to stare at Applejack, she frowned deeply.

“I don’t think it’s very nice of you to make demands like that, Applejack.”

“But – you – ” she sputtered.

“Fine,” said Twilight, tail flicking back and forth. “Fine, Applejack. I’m sorry I don’t tell my friends the intimate details of my family situation. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Now, Twilight. I don’t think this calls for sarcasm. Applejack has broached a few legitimate concerns,” said Rarity, glaring pointedly at Applejack, “although she could have handled it a whit more tactfully.”

“Wait just a cotton pickin’ minute. All I did was ask Twi how many brothers she has, and she done went and got all defensive about it! I got one brother and one sister, and I don’t hide it!”

“Um,” squeaked Fluttershy.

“I have six brothers myself.”

“You what?!”

“Ha! Try growing up with nine brothers! Testosterone

“Mama said I ate both my brothers in the womb!” cried Pinkie.

Applejack faced Fluttershy, who quailed under her glare. “I – um – have eleven brothers.”