Wacky Wavey Inflatable Arm Flailing Applebloom
She was cold.
The sun hadn't yet peaked over the mountains. Morning dew clung to her elongated body until the first rays of sunlight could burn them away. Despite this, Applebloom was happy. Another day was about to begin. Early birds began to chirp as the nocturnal animals went to their homes. Once more, she would have a purpose.
Dawn's early light shown upon the cloth of her body. A rooster crowed and her siblings would be starting their chores. As she waited for her job to begin, she contemplated. This was the perfect life to her. She would would wake up early and work til the sun went down. There was no greater happiness than that she felt before the sunrise. She could increase business and make others feel joy. Surely there was no other life to live.
The sound of an electric motor could be heard. This was it, time to shine Applebloom. Slowly, air began to flow through her. It lifted her both physically and emotionally. When she was halfway in the air, she could see most of the countryside around Sweet Apple Acres. She saw the mail-mare starting her run and Fluttershy getting an early start on her feedings. Finally, her maximum height was reached. All of Ponyville was in her view.
Right on schedule, she began to wave. She waved at the birds. She waved at the ponies far below. She waved just to do it. This was her purpose, her talent. To greet everypony and call them to the farm, she always did her best. Doing anything other than that would be shameful.
As ponies gathered, she waved them over. The wind continued to hold her up as everypony got their morning apple. Occasionally, a passing pony would stop by and give her a pat. It was nice knowing the citizens of Ponyville enjoyed her efforts. Even when things got slow, she waved. Every so often, the wind would stop, just to start back up again. This was her favorite part.
To drum up more ponies, Applebloom would dance. She always loved to bob and weave to them all. Sometimes, she'd drop into a low bow and others, she'd flop backwards and slowly rise again. Some fillies would look and laugh, but it was always in good fun. Nothing ever ruined her mood.
She saw her sister and her friends meeting outside a small restaurant. Applejack always enjoyed hanging out with the others. Everyday, after spending the morning on chores, she'd have lunch with them. Applebloom met them before, back when her sister needed help during the harvest season. One of them even helped patch her up after a particularly nasty storm. Speaking of storms, she spotted rainclouds gathering.
As lunchtime came around, it started to rain. Outer wind would assault her light body and throw her around. She went through this before. Occasionally, during particularly strong gusts, she would get caught on a branch. Her family would patch her up at the end of the day, just like always. Even through it all, she waved and danced diligently. If nopony came, she made sure it wasn't because she didn't give it her all.
Soon enough, the summer storm passed and she was left to dance once more. The extra holes and extra weight from the rain had her performing crazy new moves. Ponies started streaming out of their homes and businesses again. When they saw her, they quickly came over. Applebloom knew a mid afternoon snack would help bring them over. She worked herself into a frenzy, dancing and waving to get as many ponies to choose Sweet Apple Acres for their snack.
She saw many things that day. The mayor went for a stroll as she waved. Applebloom waved at Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash doing another of their pranks. She ducked as a group of birds flew by. Nothing went un-waved or un-danced to. Everything was peaceful after the rain.
Two fillies started to play near her. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo always kept her company after school. She would continue to do her job while hearing all about their adventures. Applebloom heard so many ideas from those two. There was one about hang gliding and another about zip lining. They would try building and destroying things with equal vigor. It all sounded like so much fun, but her job was her life. She wished she could speak. She desperately wanted to tell them what their talents could be and give them ideas. Before long, they ran off to try something for their Cutie Marks.
The sun began to set along the horizon. Applebloom was tired of her long day, but she wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop until that orb of light disappeared completely. Her dancing wasn't so energetic and her waving was weak. As soon as the last edge tucked away, she felt the wind inside her stop. She let gravity take it's hold of her.
Falling was never a big concern for Applebloom. Her body was so light, it didn't matter if she fell. She let the air rush past her, feeling a great happiness. Her job was complete and she could rest. When she settled down, her brother, Big Macintosh, walked over.
He looked Applebloom over and nodded. The damage done from the storm wasn't bad enough to be patched yet. Sometimes, she would get lucky and get to avoid the sewing needle. Big Mac mumbled a short 'good job' before walking away. This didn't bother Applebloom any; her brother wasn't much of a talker.
With the day's work completed, Applebloom lay stretched out along the grass. It had been a good day. She was content to have done all she could to help the farm. Now, all she had to do was wait til the sun rose again. The light in the sky got dimmer and dimmer as she waited. She would always wait until tomorrow. The stars came out to keep her company.
She was cold.
