Applejack groaned quietly as she read the documents of sales, she didn’t want to be doing this right now, but what else could she do to ease her mind? “Aw pony feathers, what’s the use?” She said as she threw the documents on the floor. She was in a small office styled shed that her brother helped build, to keep important papers in of course. Applejack bucked the shed doors open, letting in some sunlight. She went to the corner of the shed to a wooden trunk, and opened it. Inside, there were sales papers, loose bits, and a picture of her parents, taken the day before her parents died. She reached into the trunk, and retrieved the picture. Applejack stared at it, and stared at it hard. She began to think back, back to the tradgic day.
