Rotting Apples

Applejack woke up, shaking. sweating, crying.

Hastily, she wiped away her tears. She'd just had a nightmare.

It was not scary. It was sad. She thought of her family: Big Mac, Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, Apple Fritter, Apple Pie, Apple Tart, Apple Sauce, Apple Pancakes...and Apple Bloom. She then thought of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, who now had their cutie marks, and helped foals to get theirs. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.

She suddenly got up; where they okay?

She dashed to Apple Bloom's room, the location of the sleepover, and opened the door.

"You okay, AJ?" Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle giggled at Applejack's scared expression.

"Ah just had a nightmare! You were...you were..." She trailed off, seeing that they were okay.

"Who is she?" Whispered Apple Bloom to her friends.

Applejack panicked for a second. The dream was true! Then she saw the empty bowls that had been full of sweets earlier. Sugar.

"Stop mucking about, y'all!" An annoyed Applejack said.