Author's Note

Well, this one is short, but simple as the Pony it centers on. For my third Blind Box pull, I actually got a pair of Big Mac figures, so this short tale is focused on the shy Clydesdale of Sweet Apple Acres. No tags this time, because its more of a character study than anything else

Third Pull: A Day on the Farm

A Day on the Farm

Big Macintosh Apple was a Stallion of few words. He preferred it that way as it meant little attention was sent his way. Having the more outspoken Applejack near by always suited him to a ‘tee’, his younger sister was usually better at handling other ponies’ needs and wants around the farm, though not always.

Life on the farm was simple and straight forward, mostly, being right on the edge of the Everfree Forest as well as being near Ponyville in general was not the best place for a sensible, solidly practical Stallion like Big Mac to work, but it was for his family and that was enough for him. His parents had always told him that family was the Apple way and the greatest of Apple riches. What need have they of gold when the golden delicious was ready for buckin’? What need have they for wealth when Family gave them the greatest of wealth that could never be bought or sold? True, the farm needed money to stay in operation and produce the apples and apple products it sold, but that was secondary in the true Apple mindset. The so-called wealthy ponies could brag about their mansions, rare art works, or commissioned statues of themselves, Big Mac privately thought them all fools. Let them think that things made them bigger or more important, it mattered little to him.

More important than mere things in his mind were the more practical items that would improve the farm, new ploughs and tack, better and healthier apple trees to improve the farm’s yield…that new hip for Granny Smith to ease her old body and the few farm responsibilities that she simply refused to let go of…

Big Macintosh Apple was a Stallion of few words. Only a few words were needed for his business and investments, and giving as short an answer as possible while still as actuate as possible meant that his business practices, passed down through the family for years, stayed in the family and could not be stolen. When those two conponies, Flim and Flam, tried to take the farm away with their more questionable business practices, Big Mac wasn’t overtly worried, he knew that the con would come back to bite them on the plot sooner rather than later. A fancy machine was nice and all, but it was no substitute for good, solid, practical work, or the family working together as a whole. In Big Mac’s humble opinion, ponies like the Flim Flams, who preferred to take shortcuts, would never amount to anything and would probably end up in jail, while ponies like the Apples would all do great things, even if they were not celebrated. He was happy with that.

True, the faster life was well suited for some ponies, Rainbow Dash and even Cousin Pinkie Pie were examples, but such ways were not for him. And looking over the vast expanse of Sweet Apple Acres, seeing all of his family’s hard work and toil, and knowing that he had a hoof in making the dream of his great grandfather a reality brought a warm glow to his chest. With that thought in mind, Mac returned to the farm house to wash up before dinner, but taking one last look at the rows of apple trees that he helped to grow strong. With a slight nod and a quiet “eeyup,”, the red Stallion went in to join his family. Nothing more needed to be said, because after all…

Big Macintosh Apple was a Stallion of few words…