Applejack galloped out of the Everfree, branches lashing at her face as she rushed through the undergrowth. They stung, but she had more important things to worry about.
When she burst out of the unnatural wood and onto Apple land, she kept going. It was nice to feel the soil of home under her hooves—much nicer than the Everfree—but she had no more time to appreciate that feeling than she did the scratches on her muzzle.
Legs pumping, lungs burning, she skidded to a halt on the ranch's front porch. Urgency was one thing. Running in the house was quite another, at least as far as Granny Smith was concerned. So, Applejack made her way to the kitchen at a reasonable walk, panting for breath and calling out, "Sorry Ah'm late! Fluttershy needed help wranglin' some critter with more eyes than teeth. Got here fast as Ah could but Ah..." She trailed off as she entered the kitchen filled with all sorts of treats. "Ah see y'all took care o' everythin'. Without me."
"Eeyup," said Big Macintosh, setting down the last strudel.
Granny Smith elaborated. "Everythin's all set fer that meteor shower watchin'." She smiled. "It'll be even more impressive with Princess Luna back."
Applejack snorted. "Granny, y' ain't that old."
"Well, it feels like it sometimes."
"C'mon, Applejack!" Apple Bloom tugged at her sister's front leg. "Sweetie an' Scootaloo're probably already there!"
Applejack bit her lip. "Ain't there anythin' left that Ah can help with?"
Big Mac pondered this for a moment. "Eeyup."
"Great! What can Ah do?"
"You can take it all there." Mac set the treat-laden saddlebags on Applejack's back.
Her ears flattened. "Oh. Heh. Right."
Fruit of the Problem
Applejack yawned as she half-stumbled downstairs. She was up with the roosters, of course, but after that long night of watching shooting stars, parts of her weren't quite with the program yet.
A high-pitched whistle brought her attention to the kitchen table, where the rest of the family was already seated. "You look plumb tuckered!" said Apple Bloom.
"Nothin' coffee can't fix." Applejack poured herself a cup and took a long sip. The heat started what the caffeine would finish. "Besides, had a long day yesterday. Prunin' th' east orchard, arrangin' next week's weather schedule with Sunshower, helpin' Fluttershy with that Orms-by-Gore fella..." Applejack smirked and leaned closer to Apple Bloom. "And then there were all them technical manuals Ah had t' return t' the library after some filly borrowed 'em. Last fall."
Apple Bloom gave a nervous grin. "Uh. Heh. Well, it'll be easier today! Market day an' all."
"Eeyup," added Big Macintosh.
"Got plenty o' vittles fer sale now that the Grassy Eyeblinks're in," said Granny Smith.
Applejack smiled. "Ah should be bright-eyed an' bushy-tailed at th' stall."
Applejack gave a jaw-cracking yawn and shook her head, careful not to dislodge anything on display. "Sorry 'bout that, Junebug. Four fritters, six bits."
"Don't worry about it. We all had a late night," said Junebug, dropping the bits and scooping up the fried goodness. She beamed. "Besides, what's a little drowsiness for the first fritters of the season?"
"Ah hear ya." Applejack smiled, all the more so as she watched the other mare trot off with an extra spring in her step. Grassy Eyeblinks were bred to go from bud to bloom to bearing fruit in a matter of weeks. With the Apple family touch, the blossoms were known to wilt mid-pollination, and if the bees lingered for too long afterwards, they got shoved out of the way by the developing fruit. The end results weren't much to look at—lumps the color of green grapes and barely any larger, with all the flavor of raw lawn trimmings—but any fresh fruit was a treat after months of winter preserves, and the sugars still came out when cooked, especially when it was Granny Smith doing the cooking.
"Applejack!"
"Huh?" Applejack blinked. Twilight Sparkle looked back at her, clearly concerned. "Oh. Sorry, Twi. Just can't seem t' wake up today."
Twilight's frown deepened. "You aren't overdoing it again, are you?"
Applejack shook her head. "No, ma'am. Ah learned mah lesson there. Ah've had a lot on mah plate lately, but today Ah'm jus' ponyin' th' stall. An' the usual chores when Ah get home, o' course."
Twilight didn't look much happier at this. "Well, okay, but if you need help—"
"Ah'll ask mah friends." Applejack smiled. "Now, what can Ah get ya?"
"Aside from that reassurance? A pie. I have a new guest at the library and we're going to celebrate a little."
Applejack's eyes widened. "A guest? Anypony Ah know?"
Twilight shook her head. "Definitely not."
"Well, Ah ain't gonna pry." Applejack brought out one of her best pies. "But he better treat you right, or he'll have me an' th' girls t' answer to."
Twilight's face twisted up, and a snort or two of laughter leaked out. "You don't need to worry there."
As the day went on, Applejack did eventually feel awake. The flow of customers definitely helped. Once it was clear that she hadn't had a repeat of last applebucking season, everypony was eager for the first fresh-made apple treats of the year. By early afternoon, Applejack had to put up the "Back soon" sign and go back home to restock.
The walk back invigorated her further. It was like spring, really. The earth was waking up again, ready to put in a good year's work before it took its next well-deserved rest. It was a lot like a pony, just bigger and slower. Applejack aimed to follow its example.
Sweet Apple Acres greeted her in all its budding beauty, along with a little extra, an earth mare with a mane the color of Applejack's coat and vice versa. "Oh! Applejack. Hi." Carrot Top gave a rather brittle smile.
Applejack tipped her hat. "Howdy, neighbor. What brings you by?"
Carrot Top gave a laugh that bordered on a distressed whinny. "Oh, you know, this and that. Why are you here? Other than you living here."
"Gotta get more treats fer th' stall. Folks're snappin' up th' first apples o' th' season like nopony's business."
Carrot nodded and visibly calmed. "Oh, I know. Orange Icicles are always a big seller. Want me to get Granny Smith for you?"
Applejack smiled. Whatever was troubling Carrot Top probably wasn't too bad. "If ya'd be so kind."
"Applejack!" Apparently, Granny Smith had gotten herself, limping out onto the front porch. "Quit botherin' th' new help!"
For a moment, the only sound was of rustling branches. "The new what now?"
"Oh, would you look at my wrist!" Carrot Top backed away from Applejack as quickly as she could. "I think I hear my carrots calling me. I'll just—" She spun and galloped off.
"Hold it there, missy!" Applejack lunged after her. There was no way some root puller could outrun a rodeo veteran.
"You hold it, Jackie." No way but a dictate from Granny Smith.
Applejack skidded to a halt and glared at her grandmother, who glared right back. Applejack marshaled her expression to something suitably respectable and said, "What'd you go an' hire her for, Granny? She's got 'er own troubles."
"This farm ain't been around fer four generations 'cause we let problems be, Jackie."
Applejack stomped a hoof. "What problems?"
Granny clicked her tongue. "Dunno if y' noticed, filly, but yer somethin' of a hero."
"So?"
"So you gotta be on call fer th' next time Equestria needs ya. Alicorns, dragons, them para-thingies... Celestia only knows what yer gonna be up against next." Granny narrowed her eyes. "Probably does know at that. Ah got half a mind t' march up t' Canterlot an' give 'er what for."
Applejack stalked closer until she was a few inches from Granny's muzzle. "You tellin' me Ah can't pull mah weight?"
"Ah'm tellin' ya that ya got a lot more'n yer own weight t' pull." Granny turned away.
"Hey! This ain't settled!"
Granny glanced back. "Yes it is, child." She turned back towards the house and called, "Big Macintosh! Ah know yer hidin' in there! Get th' wagon so Applejack can get back to the stall."
Big Mac trundled out from around back, pulling a wagon full of the next batch of treats. "Didn't wanna get caught in th' crossfire," he said as he unhitched himself.
Granny nodded. "Wise stallion. Load up, Jackie."
Applejack seethed as she walked to the wagon. When she was close enough to Macintosh, she hissed, "Did you know anythin' about this Carrot Top business?"
"Nnope."
"Nope ya didn't or nope y' ain't gettin' involved?"
"Eeyup."
Applejack held back a groan. Darn fancy mathematician's answer. "Exclusive or, ya big galoot."
"Yer burnin' daylight, AJ." Big Mac made for the pigpens.
Applejack gritted her teeth and stomped her way off of the farm.
Applejack was able to lose herself in sales for a few hours. Haggling, happy customers, and the growing pile of bits under the counter were enough to distract her from her family not having any faith in her anymore. Really, they were. She was the Bearer of Honesty, wasn't she? If she said they were enough, then that must've made it true. It was certainly enough to see her through the end of the market. After that she needed to do a little wagon-training to get everything back home, and that needed her full attention.
Once the market stall and the wagon were put away, it was time to tackle the late chores. "Ah'm back!" Applejack bellowed through the ranch's screen door. "Fence still holdin' up?"
Apple Bloom bolted out from inside, a wide smile on her face "Better 'n that! Carrot Top fixed it!"
"Oh." Applejack took a deep breath. "Did she now?"
Her sister nodded. "Said she had lotsa practice from when Ditzy Doo comes by."
"Ah see. Ah suppose she looked after th' irrigation, too?"
Another nod. "Said ya did a real bang-up job with it last time. She barely even needed t' touch it."
"Now ain't that nice," Applejack said calmly, barely biting the inside of her cheek at all. "Why, Ah bet she even looked over yer homework."
Apple Bloom tilted her head. "Uh, no. Big Mac did, like always. You okay, Applejack?"
"It's good t' hear everythin's taken care of." Applejack turned and marched off the porch, possibly with a bit more force than necessary. It was probably a flimsy board anyway. The hole would be easy to patch up.
"Where ya goin'?"
"Doin' the rounds, unless Carrot Top did that too." Huh. Applejack had never heard of flimsy dirt before. Seemed to be an awful lot of it, though.
Doing the rounds meant walking through the fields and orchards, giving an extra bit of encouragement to the crops. Every little bit helped, after all. However, Applejack had wound her way around Sweet Apple Acres so many times that her legs followed the route automatically, leaving her mind free to think.
Carrot Top. Nice enough mare. Never made trouble, which was admittedly more than Applejack could say of herself. Hard working, diligent, patient. There wasn't a bad word to say about her.
But darn it, this was Applejack's turf. She'd put her magic, sweat, and tears into this place, and for her family to go behind her tail because they didn't think she could give the farm the time and dedication it needed, without even telling her...
Well, look at how she was reacting to the news. If they knew she was going to react like she was...
Applejack shook her head. That was only because they'd been sneaky about it. Granny was the one who'd taught her the value of honesty in the first place. That she'd turn to, to...
To a blameless mare who was willing to take on more work out of the goodness of her heart? What was Applejack going to do, try to make Carrot Top look bad? That wasn't the Apple way. Hurt feelings didn't excuse trying to tarnish somepony's good name.
As Applejack trudged back inside, one question lingered in her thoughts: What was she going to do?
The rooster crowed. Applejack's eyes opened. It was time to get up. That's what a crowing rooster meant. But she didn't even move the covers aside.
The question in her mind had been refined over the night. Now it was simply "Why?"
She got her answer as she heard the traditional morning scuffle for the bathroom through her door. Applejack wasn't familiar with the term "existential angst," but she knew the state of being called "no hot water left" quite well.
The rest of the morning proceeded normally, with plenty of chores to take care of, especially with the tenants. The sheep were demanding a renegotiation of their wool contract, which was making the cows look over the dairy agreement, and even the pigs were trying to oink "union," bless their hearts.
The trouble didn't really start until lunch, when Apple Bloom asked "Ain't th' Gala comin' up in a few weeks?"
Applejack nodded. "Gonna make a mint once all them Canterlot ponies try some home-grown grub. Got th' collapsin' cart all oiled up an' ready t' go."
"You enjoy it now," said Granny Smith. "Ah reckon it'll be one o' th' best days o' yer life." She sighed and smiled. "Reminds me o' mah first cotillion. Oh, yer ol' Granny turned some heads then."
Realization struck Applejack in the stomach, taking out her appetite. "Ah suppose Rarity'll have to fuss over me all day b'fore Ah'll be ready fer that kinda swar-ay."
"Eeyup," Big Macintosh noted.
"Y'all best warn Carrot Top early so she can pick up th' slack." With that, Applejack stood and moved away from the table.
Apple Bloom frowned up at her. "Where ya goin'?"
"Ya barely touched yer food," added Granny Smith.
Applejack made for the front door. "Ah ain't hungry right now. Ah'm just gonna go fer a walk. Clear mah head a bit."
There was a pause behind her before she heard Granny's voice. "You go do that, Jackie."
With that, Applejack left. She didn't know where she was going, as long as it was away from the farm for a while. Part of her thought back to years before, when she'd wandered to Manehattan and the Oranges, her heart full of hope and head full of dreams.
Well, she didn't plan on going quite that far afield. Couldn't leave her friends in the lurch, after all. Instead, she found herself in Ponyville's park. She lay on her back, rested her head against the trunk of an oak tree, and gazed up at nothing.
"Applejack?"
Applejack blinked. The shadows had shifted from what she last recalled, and there was a decidedly higher number of concerned-looking unicorns in the area. "Heya, Twilight. What're you doin' here?"
Twilight gave an awkward smile. "Oh, you know, just stretching my legs."
Applejack smirked. "Spike's idea?"
"Spike's idea. I think he wants time to hash out where he stands with Owloysius."
"Who?"
"My new assistant. There's something of a rivalry going on there." Twilight frowned. "But what about you?"
"Me?" Applejack adjusted her hat. It had bunched up a little against the oak. "Just havin' a think is all."
Twilight sat by her. "What's wrong?"
Applejack looked away. "Who said anythin' was wrong?"
"I've never seen you this depressed before. There's clearly something bothering you."
Applejack bit back a caustic retort. If she couldn't talk to Twilight about this, then who? "Did y' ever think ya'd be where y' are now, Twi?"
Twilight tilted her head. "A small-town librarian?"
Applejack shook her head. "No, Ah mean usin' ancient magics, fightin' forgotten princesses, shooin' dragons outta mountains, that kinda thing."
"Oh. No, I can't say I did. When I was a filly, I dreamt of being the Champion of the Sun, righting wrongs and bringing light to the darkness," Twilight considered this, "which is kind of the case, just without the title. But those were foalish fantasies. I never expected this." She smiled. "I certainly never thought friends would be such a big part of it."
"Yeah, but ya gotta admit, Twi, you ain't no garden-variety unicorn." Applejack leaned over and gave Twilight a friendly jab. "Yer made fer all this adventurin' hooey."
"Well..." Twilight looked off to the side. "I mean, I suppose there's an argument that could be made for that, but—"
"Ah ain't."
Twilight turned back and frowned. "Applejack, you're—"
Applejack held up a hoof. "Nothin' special is what Ah am. Ah ain't Celestia's personal student, or a supersonic flier, or Pinkie Pie. Ah'm just some farmer who was at th' right place at th' right time. Ah thought Ah knew what Ah was gonna do with mah life, but now..."
Twilight's ears drooped. "Do you regret it?" Her gaze fell to the ground. "Regret meeting me?"
"Hay no! Never in a million years!" Applejack grabbed Twilight in a rough embrace. "If Ah had t' do it all over again, Ah would without a second thought. Somepony had t' step up, an' Ah'm proud t' be one of 'em. An' believe me, sugarcube, Ah will never regret meetin' you an' gettin' t' know th' others better."
"So what's the problem?"
"Th' problem is Ah'm so busy savin' Equestria that mah family's had t' call in one o' th' neighbors t' help look after th' farm. Farmin's supposed t' be mah destiny, Twilight. What's it say about me when Ah can't be counted on t' do what Ah was put here t' do?"
Twilight squirmed. "I... I really don't know what to say."
Applejack looked away and lowered her hat over her eyes. "Ya don't have t' say anythin', Twi. Ah'm jus' bellyachin'."
"No, this clearly means a lot to you. There has to be something I can do to help!"
This got a sad smile. "That's real sweet of ya, sugarcube, but this is mah trouble, not yours."
"I guess." Twilight hummed to herself. "Well, I guess you should just do as much as you can for them with the time you have."
Applejack blinked. "Huh."
"Sorry, that was probably really cheesy."
"No. No, Ah think that was exactly what Ah needed t' hear." Applejack shifted her hat to a rakish tilt and smiled. "Thanks, Twi."
"Um, you're welcome?"
A spark of light flashed into existence on the tip of Twilight's horn and began to beep.
Applejack stared at it. "Uh..."
Twilight beamed and snuffed the spark with a thought. "Alarm spell. At my normal walking pace, by the time I get back to the library, exactly ten minutes will have elapsed. Bye, Applejack!" She waved, turned, and began to walk at a precisely measured pace.
"Good talkin' to ya, Twi!" Applejack smiled and made for home. Moping wasn't getting her anywhere. What would was being the best darn Apple she could be.
Red light filtered through the ranch's western windows. Apple Bloom frowned at the setting sun. "Where the hay is Applejack?"
Granny Smith scowled at her from the rocking chair. "Mind yer tongue, young filly." She turned back to her knitting, her fetlocks wrapped around the needles. "Ah saw Jackie get back. She's jus' makin' up fer lost time, is all."
"But it's almost dark out. She's gonna run into a tree or somethin'."
"She'll be fine, Bloom. She needs this, needs t' get 'er head back on straight is all."
Apple Bloom sighed. "If you say so..."
The sun had gone down a while ago, but Applejack still felt ready to go. She was full of purpose, full of passion. This was what she was meant to do, and just because Celestia had called it a day didn't mean she had to.
Still, there was only so much she could do. At least, so much on Sweet Apple Acres.
Well, she wouldn't presume to do other ponies' work for them. Not like other mares she could mention. But doing the rounds? There was no harm in giving a little extra "oomph" to the other farms around Ponyville. Every little bit helped, and who better to give another little bit? She was the most dependable pony in Ponyville, after all. Even had the trophy to prove it.
So Applejack kept walking, going from property to property, feeling the earth take in a little more and feeling its gratitude for the gift. Flowers, tomatoes, grapes, berries, turnips, cereals... It all blended together after a while, but it still felt good to know she was helping. Definitely a lot better than sitting around feeling sorry for herself.
Oh, sure, she got a little tired around midnight or so. Only to be expected, but it was no reason to stop. Same as her hooves getting a might sore. She wasn't some delicate flower; she could tough it out.
Funny thing, though. Couldn't have been more than a few hours, but the darkness soon started to lighten a bit. Well, it was spring, the days were getting longer, but... Well, no disrespect meant, but Applejack couldn't help but wonder if Luna might have been cutting corners. Maybe she was still getting back into the swing of things. Well, so long as she didn't make a habit out of it. Little sisters always going and making trouble and...
Applejack shook her head. Her thoughts were getting a bit swimmy. Well, one more plot and she'd pack it in. Once she figured out where she was.
Huh. Carrot Top's place, going by the orange cone of a building nearby. Well, how about that? Funny how it was still a bit dark around the edges of places even with the dawning sun. Must've been because carrots grew underground. Same reason the soil seemed to shift under Applejack's hooves, so much that she could barely keep her balance. Good, honest dirt. Full of life.
And there was Carrot Top herself. Well, wasn't she in for a surprise! "Hey there, neighbor!" Applejack waved, but it turned out three legs weren't quite enough to keep a pony upright on a carrot farm.
From the sound of it, Carrot Top was so happy to see Applejack that she was galloping towards her. Such a nice mare. Surely she wouldn't mind if Applejack rested her eyes for a bit.
The first sense to come back was touch. Specifically, pain. Every inch of Applejack from her ankles down felt like it was on fire, and the rest wasn't feeling much better.
Next was smell, the unmistakable hospital blend of antiseptic and fake lemon along with the mixed odors of a bunch of ponies packed in tighter than they should be.
Then came hearing.
"Come on, Doc!" cried Rainbow Dash. "You've patched me up from way worse than this! She didn't even sprain anything!"
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Applejack could almost hear Fluttershy's puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm very sorry, ladies, but the fact of the matter is that I wouldn't even know where to begin."
"Will she ever recover, Doctor Stable?" Rarity asked what Applejack wanted to know herself, though far more dramatically.
"Of course she will." The doctor's incredulous tone made it clear that the question was even more ridiculous than its delivery. "It's just that magical exhaustion has never been documented in earth ponies before. Unicorns, of course. Pegasi, on occasion, including Rainbow Dash once. But earth ponies? It was only theoretical until now."
"Yeah, but you gave me that funky, sparkly cloud potion thing and I was back in the sky in no time! Can't you give it to Applejack when she wakes up?"
Applejack probably would've echoed the question had it hurt less to exist at the moment.
"The treatments for unicorns and pegasi are just that, Rainbow Dash: They are each specifically for unicorns and pegasi. Giving one to the other won't help, nor will giving either to an earth pony. We're looking at medical history here, and that means unexplored territory. Applejack will recover with time and there's no need to rush, so giving her some kind of experimental treatment would be a violation of the Hippocampic Oath."
"But..." Rainbow struggled for words. "But it's Applejack! She's gonna hate being cooped up in here!"
The doctor sighed. "Then she shouldn't have tried to fertilize every farm around Ponyville in a single night."
Applejack's eyes darted open at this, and she immediately wished they hadn't, hissing at the light.
"Ah, it seems our patient is up and around. How are you feeling, Applejack?"
"How do ya think, Doc?" she croaked, squinting as her eyes adjusted. Doctor Stable stood at her side, and crammed into the room with him were Carrot Top, Granny Smith, and most of her friends. "Where's Pinkie Pie?"
Rarity frowned. "It's a tight enough fit as it is, thank you."
Dash quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, and do you really want to see Pinkie just after you passed out for half a day?"
"Ah suppose not."
Doctor Stable looked about the room, scowling. "Well, now that you're awake, I only hope that your friends will allow you room to breathe."
Applejack nodded. "You all heard 'im. Ah'll be okay soon enough."
Rarity and Fluttershy left immediately, both wishing Applejack well. Dash seemed to go for a hoofbump before she went, but apparently thought better of it. Twilight lingered for a moment. "I'm sorry."
It took Applejack a moment to realize why. She shook her head. "Don't be. It was good advice; Ah jus' didn't take it well."
When it was Carrot Top's turn, Applejack held up a hoof. "Wait. What happened?"
"When she found ya," said Granny Smith, "she lifted ya on 'er back an' carried ya to th' hospital."
Doctor Stable nodded. "She wouldn't even let the pegamedics lift you. She insisted on transferring you to a gurney herself."
Carrot Top flushed. "Your hooves were so red and swollen, they looked like your brother's. I... I needed to do what was right."
Applejack took a look at a forehoof. The frog was still puffy, and the skin under her coat was still flushed. She could even make out a few fine cracks in the hoof itself. "Sweet Celestia..."
"I suppose I should be thankful she didn't show up herself." Doctor Stable gave a frustrated nicker. "It's good to see somepony with so many friends; I just wish they wouldn't all try to visit you at the same time."
Carrot Top dipped her head. "Sorry, doctor." She gave Applejack a quick smile and left.
Granny Smith gave the doctor a flat look. "Ah'm th' last one here. Don't suppose Ah can have a few words with mah granddaughter in peace?"
Stable visibly relaxed. "Now that there's room? Certainly. My apologies for my brusqueness, but you were all bordering on a fire hazard." He walked out of the room.
Granny turned to Applejack and shook her head. "Why'd ya go an' do such a fool thing?"
Applejack looked away. "Ah figgered th' best way t' show Ah could still do mah share was t' do as much as Ah could."
"Like ya had t' earn our love?" Granny sighed. "It don't work like that, Jackie, you know that."
"Didn't feel like it when ya hired Carrot Top," Applejack muttered.
Granny patted her cheek with a wrinkled hoof "Do ya think Ah'm ashamed of ya fer savin' Equestria? Ah couldn't be prouder of ya!"
"But... it ain't like Ah was meant t' be some big dang hero. Farmin's mah destiny."
Granny Smith blinked and, after a moment, began to laugh.
Applejack felt her face heat up. "What's so funny?"
"You think them apples on yer keister only mean one thing, Jackie?"
"Huh?"
"Look at it like this. Between the six o' you, ya got balloons an' butterflies, floaty things that live in their own little worlds; sparks and lightnin' bolts, flashy but gone quick; diamonds, which're sparkly an' valuable but ain't helpful when there ain't nothin' t' buy; and apples. You can eat 'em, plant 'em, grow more of 'em, depend on 'em." Granny smiled. "Yer the one who's there t' keep th' rest o' them knuckleheads in line an' on task, same as earth ponies have fer all o' ponykind. How's that fer a destiny?"
"Huh." Applejack contemplated her hindquarters. "Never looked at it that way."
"Well, o' course ya didn't. Both of us were too dang stubborn t' talk this out proper b'fore it put one of us in here." Granny sighed. "Ah'm sorry, Applejack."
"Ah'm sorry, too, Granny. An' you can tell Carrot Top—"
Granny smirked and shook her head. "Oh no, yer apologizin' t' her yerself."
Applejack sighed and smiled. "Yes, Granny."
Dear Princess Celestia,
Sometimes, a new pony entering your life can feel like a threat, or a thief stealing away love and friendship from those you care about. At those times, it can be tempting to try to "win" back the lost affection. But friendship isn't a competition, and it isn't conserved. There's plenty for everypony, even if it doesn't come in the way or for the reason you might have expected.
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
P.S. Do you have any tips for looking after a bird too smart for Spike's own good?
Author's Note
Technically, the Malus in the chapter title should be italicized, since it's a taxonomic genus and all, but chapter titles don't accept BBCode.
What's Twilight doing here? It's a Season 1 episode. She has to be involved so she can write the friendship letter. That's how Season 1 worked.
