Big Macintosh didn't remember when it started, he didn't know just how long it had been going on, but for the past few years he began to hate the tan colored stallion named Caramel more and more. The way he acted, looked, and even talked angered Big Macintosh beyond reason at times.

Maybe it all started the first time he pressed his muzzle against his best friend's soft, tender lips... but that could only be a hunch.