A Tribute To Boredom And Stuff

*Took A While*

When Strike had finally arrived, after a short walk a fence came into view, and just behind the fence, an orchard larger than anything he had ever seen before. Not that great an achievement, he had never seen an orchard that he could remember. The tree’s leaves, Browns, reds and dark greens, were being slowly moved by a slight breeze. As he watched, one leaf lost its tenuous grip on its branch, drifting through the air until it hit the floor.

“Hey!”

Strike turned at the unfamiliar voice, to see an earth pony mare moving towards him, from a large barn which looked to be in dire need of repair. The red and white paint on the wood had faded, and some cracks spread through the walls.

The mare approaching was a bright orange, with a Stetson hat, long, braided blonde hair, and a cutie mark of 3 red apples. She was an exceptionally well muscled mare, especially in the legs, indicating large amounts of heavy exercise.

Eventually, the mare reached the strange unicorn, who simply stared at her. “Y’all right?” the unicorn seemed a bit strange in the head, and even was muttering to himself under his breath, but stopped before she could hear anything.

“I was wondering I you had any positions for a job? I’m new in town ’and this time period’ and was wondering if I could work here for a while? I assume you’re in charge here.”

“Th’ names Applejack. An’ we always need more help’n hands! Follow me, I’ll show ya what ya’ll be doing.”

She started to trot off, into the orchard, and strike followed. The trees looked even taller from here, and strike noticed large, shiny red apples hanging from some of them.

Soon enough, Applejack and Strike were deep into the orchard.

“Now, we earth ponies have our own techniques, but you unicorns norm’ly try a tele-something or other spell. Give’t a try, see how many apple’s you can get down.”

Pfft. Strike heard, as he started to will his scarves into action, and a second later they burst from the band around his neck, twisting towards the tree. Within a second, every apple on the tree was plucked from it’s place, and nestled in a cushion of wool.

He turned to the astounded earth pony, whose jaw was almost on the floor at the strange sight in front of her. “And these go where?” He asked with a slight grin.

Applejack, too confused for words, just gestured with a hoof to a bucket on the other side of the tree. Once the unicorn had dropped them in to said bucket, the orange mare spoke up again. “Now ya got to grips with that, Just head that’away for’ she turned to look at the sun’ Bout half an hour. Then ya go home, and come back agen tomorrah.”

She soon left, leaving Strike to his job, which he did with a speed to rival the fastest apple bucker. Sometimes plucking clean several trees at once, and by the time the sun was about to set had cleared almost all his assigned session. He was just leaving, well aware he still had nowhere to stay the night, or any food, when he was reminded the party he was invited to started in less than 10 minutes. The unicorn started running towards the exit, hoping to run into someone who knew their way to this sugarcube corner.

However, he had not expected this to happen literally.