Applejack's Family Bonding

You cling to the rope for dear life as you swing, each circle feeling a little tighter as you begin to fret and try to jump, only to find that your hoof has become ensnared in the knot. your momentum carries you closer and closer to the center.

"Fuck." You whisper, just as your face collides with a very hard and very roughly barked tree.

~

Your parents found you the next day, unconscious and bloody faced. And you got your ass grounded.

Sorry! (I had to put in one of those cheap-ass Goosebumps dead ends) Try again.