The Mute Apple

The smaller pony looked up from her bigger sister's hooves, making inaudible gestures and frantically seemed to be trying to say something, possibly of importance. Apple Bloom had a small grin on her face, setting her down next to a puddle. "What happened sis? Did ya sleep on a Poison Joke flower again?" Said the younger filly, waving her hoof in a "Tsk Tsk Tsk Tsk" manner. "Y'all really should be more careful." With that the younger sister earned a glare from the older red stallion, and looked down at the Tiny AppleJack with a frown, and set down his big hoof for her to climb on. The tiny AppleJack face-hoofed herself again, stomping her hooves frantically.

Now it was Apple Bloom who frowned a little bit, watching as her big, or should I say littler big sis move her mouth, but no words were coming out. "Big Mac? Y'all have any idea what could be wrong?" With that, he simpy shook his head, "Nnnnope." Then Apple Bloom rubbed her chin in thought. "Hm..." Then she clopped her hooves together, "Ah' got it! Since last time when she got Poison Joke'd she went to Zecora's for help, maybe she could help again!" With that, Big Mac scooped up his Appletini and responded with "Eeeyup." With that, they were off to the Forest of Everfree.

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Once the three made their way to the hut, the sky had become brighter, the sun was shinier even through the thick trees. a knock on the door came, and the door slowly opened. They were greeted with a grey Zebra that occupied the hut. "Come inside, you three must. To lurk in doorways, is surely a bust." She said, shooing them in.

inside, there was her iconic bubbling cauldron filled with the same green goop that always bubbled in it, various other tribal sentimentals, vases, potions, and other spell craft things could be seen inside. Pouring some purple spices into the cauldron, she looked over to the older stallion, "What brings you here, on a bright and sunny day. Surely a workhorse would rather work in hay." he showed her the tiny pony in his hoof, slowly opening it up to reveal a tiny Applejack looking up at the larger Zebra with a somewhat tired face, making hissing noises instead of words, even though her lips were moving to form words. Zecora nodded, and furrowed her brow. "Aaah, the works of the Poison Joke, it seems. However, it is different, as she can't even  emit screams...' Zecora scratched her chin a little, and turned the other way and begun to rustle through a few vases.

Apple Bloom perked up, being preoccupied by oogling a weird swirly-looking vase that was purple and appeared stretched like taffy, and twisted like a pretzel. Shaking her head, she looked at Zecora with a frown. "Can't ya' do anything for her? We're awfully worried..."With a small chortle, Zecora turned around With a small smile, the zebra patted the young filly on the head, then went to pour something into a cup, the liquid was clear in color,and was scentless."There is no need, for such a frantic fret. For if it's poison joke, drinking this, she'll reform, I bet." Said the rhyming equine, handing Apple Bloom the cup.  She eyed it curiously, swishing the liquid in thought, slightly skeptical of this remedy she held in her hoof.