The Average Day of A Bad Self Insert: The Sequel: The Prequel

He sat in the grass, out of the way of the blistering inferno that was now his hometown and placidly ate a lettuce sandwich. He was used to this sort of thing happening by now. The fire started getting a bit closer.

After all, it wasn't even time to go to work. He had about an hour. He thought about the Steamed Tofu. Maybe he could trot down to Burger Princess instead. The fire started licking at his tail. He calmly got up and trotted to Sweet Apple Acres early.

The orchard was surprisingly not on fire. Applejack was leaning on the fence, looking at the raging blazes.

"Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres, the only apple orchard in town that ain't a pile-a ash!" She said as she looked up.

"Oh, hi there, Ace. Ya know what to do." She indicated towards the apple trees.

Ace trotted past the gate and went up to a tree with a basket. He bucked it, and the apples fell off into the basket. He repeated this for a few hours.

"Work's over, Ace." Applejack said.

"Did you hear that Twi's on a rampage?" Ace asked.

"Yeah, I also know why." She replied to him,

"It's 'cause of the pressure that Celestia put on her, becoming a princess, never dying and whatnot." She explained.

"Thanks." Ace said as he galloped past her toward the flames.