Dylan hummed to himself as he pulled the plow across the field with his newfound strength. He had often wondered what it would be like to have super strength, and now it was reality. Sure, he had grown patches of chestnut brown fur across his body, and sure, his hair had grown much longer than usual, but he wouldn't let that ruin his day.

"Ew! What in Equestria IS that thing?!" a voice cried in horror.

Dylan looked to his right to see a pink pony with beautiful purple hair. She was adorned with jewelery and even had a cutie mark to match, a diamond ring.

"Now, Spoiled, honey, it's probably just a trained ape. Now, come on. We have business to do," another pony spoke, and it was a grayish amber stallion with a black, slicked back mane that looked greasy. Upon his flank was a cutie mark depicting bags of money.

Dylan, not wanting such attention, continued to pull the plow. He knew these kind of people--er... ponies. He could obviously tell from their cutie marks that they looked down on others who weren't wealthy.

As he continued down another row on the field, he could hear the chatter of Applejack and the visitors. He could make out only a few words, like "apple" and "jam." It wasn't his business though. He shouldn't be eavesdropping, he thought.

After a few more minutes of pulling, the same pair of ponies walked back down the path where they originally came from. Dylan decided to take a risky move. He noisely hacked up phlegm and spat to the side in the ponies' direction. Not hitting them, but getting rather close, only a few inches away.

"Eeeeeewwwwww!!! That freak almost got his disgusting dribble on me!" the pink pony complained.

The greasy haired pony bared his teeth a little and walked up to Dylan. "Now you listen here! I don't know what's gotten into you, but I could easily persuade your owner to give you the proper discipline. And if she doesn't, I could just buy you off her hands and discipline you myself!"

"What's goin' on over here?!" Applejack spoke up as she walked up to the couple.

The slick pony didn't seem to be afraid at all, defending his mare. "Your pet here spit in my wife's direction!"

"Who, Dylan? He's no pet! He's family!" Applejack corrected. "You two mosey on outta here. I'll deal with him."

"Alright," the amber pony replied, "He'd better not do it again. At least not when my wife is around."

"What in the hay were you thinkin'?!" Applejack paced back and forth in Dylan's room. She was rather peeved. Not only did Dylan spit in somepony's direction, it was at an important business partner. "What could compel ya to spit in someone's direction like that? That's downright disrespectful!"

Dylan was sitting on his bed, staring down at his feet... or hooves, rather... The transformation was quickening. "I know what his kind do. They just look down on us," he stated.

"Excuse me?" Applejack stared at him. "You don't even know him!"

"I don't need to know him!" Dylan shouted back. All became silent for a moment before he continued speaking. "He's just like Mr. Barlow..."

"Who's Mr. Barlow?" asked Applejack, a little curious, but still angry.

"He's this guy," Dylan explained, "who would come by the farm and try to reason with my pa. He owns this factory that spews smoke everywhere and pollutes the air. He bothered us for six years, tryin' to buy the land and boot us out. One time he spit in my direction, said I was worthless and then he called my mother a cheap whore."

"Dylan." Applejack held his head in her hooves and looked into his eyes. "He was just one pony. That don't give ya the right to spit at others, or the right to judge 'em. Ya don't stoop to his level, either. The pony whose wife you spit at is named Filthy Rich. His family has done honest business with ours for a long time, and he's not as bad as you think he is. I dunno if I can say the same for his wife, Spoiled Rich."

Dylan looked down in shame. He felt awful for disappointing Applejack. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"It's ok," Applejack assured, "But you're still in trouble. First, we're gonna make you apologize to Filthy Rich and his wife, and then I'm gonna work you so hard your bones will feel like jelly."

"I understand," affirmed Dylan. He had learned an important lesson today about judging. It was better not to stoop so low, and to at least get to know the person or pony first.

Author's Note

This was a little shorter than most of my chapters, but I felt this was wrapped up ok. For those of you who want to downvote because of Filthy Rich, don't worry. He will get punishment in a later chapter.