Demons in paradise

Tiny droplets of water sprinkled down onto the soft, waxy leaves of the apple orchards. Rain was common on Wednesday afternoons, in fact the Apple family was so used to it now that they set up a rota to fill and empty the water buckets with the frequent downpours. But today, they had something for more important to prepare for.

"AAAPPPPLLLEEEBBBBLLLLOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! WHERE IN THE HAY ARE THOSE APPLE PIES, DARNIT??!!" Yelled Applejack at the top of her lungs, polishing the floor with one hoof and folding napkins with the other.