Liarjack goes to the dentist

Liarjack ran a pink tongue over her newly cleaned teeth. Grinning madly, she practiced many angle shots of her mouth in the mirror.
Well, ah shure do look good! She thought, her pearly teeth now glistening, despite their previous condition. Too bad that darn lady was a pain in mah side the whole darned time!
It was true, Liarjack had developed a strong disliking for the minty mare, despite the excellent job she had done. Her teeth, once yellow and dull with horrid plaque, now sat in pretty, pearly rows among her freshly scrubbed gums. The apple-tainted odor had long since vanished, and all that remained was a cool, fresh, minty odor. Ah could get used to this!
Her admiration was interrupted, as the familiar crunching of wood filled the tiny bathroom she occupied.
"APPLEJACK! WHAT IN THE HAY DID YAH DO?" Big Macintosh cried, his baritone voice replaced the wooden symphony.
"Hold your hay big bro! Ah'll be down in a minute!" Liarjack responded, rolling her eyes. Like she would be going down there, when she still had more teeth to admire.
"NOW!" He bellowed. Liarjack gulped, and cautiously pried the wooden door open a centimeter at a time.
She tiptoed down the creaky stairs, and extended her neck around the corner to the direction of the kitchen.
Broken splinters of wood were scattered messily onto the floor, of various sizes. The dining table, or what was left of the dining tabe, lay in a splintered mess, a long crack running comically through the center. Big Macintosh was fuming right next to it, a slip of paper clenched in his powerful jaw. He spotted Liarjack, and immediately barreled in her direction. She sheepishly grinned as he came muzzle-to-muzzle with her sweating face.
"Uhh.... hay big bro! Whats tha matter?" She said, her voice breaking. Cold sweat trailed down her forehead, as she gulped again.
"You tell me." He snarled, giving her the slip of paper. Dentistry Bill was printed neatly across the top, and a jumble of numbers adorned the bottom. Her eyes bulged, as she trailed to the grand total.
"Uhh..." She squeaked, Big Mackintosh stared at her with his once friendly eyes, now filled with rage, "...I can explain?"

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Oh, Liarjack, you crazy filly.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed this short story, and I'm very sorry for my lack of detail/awesomeness.
I'm not that skilled of a writer.
Thank you all for reading! Have a merry Christmas!