Revenge of the Bad Apple

As I was walking back to my house I kept thinking about what I had seen. Who was that dead pony? She looked familiar… I thought. Then with a stroke of horror, I remembered who she was. She had just come to town, I remembered greeting her just one day ago. She was looking for a job, and I guess she must have rubbed Applejack the wrong way. Her name was Insonsia.

My walking slowed to a stop, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. That was too much. I curled up on the ground and started to sob. I didn’t care if other ponies looked or stared. My world was imploding. I played there for a while. How could a pony to all those terrible things to another pony? How could a pony, especially a pony like Applejack, kill without any remorse?

A spark of anger ignited inside of me. I stood back up. My blood began to boil. She will pay for what she has done. I will make sure of it myself, I thought. I quickly turned around and started to walk back to Applejack’s farm.

I knew what I was doing was against the law, but I didn't care anymore. I would give revenge to all the innocent ponies that she has slaughtered in cold blood.