The Lord of the Ponies: The Friendship of Equestria

Ch.1 Concerning The Apple Family

Granny Smith was an old, but surprisingly spirited, Earth Pony. Her fur was a light green, same as the apples based upon her namesake. She had an apple pie pasted on her flank as her Cutie Mark, and her mane and tail were the same white. She sat in her well lit study, at a varnished oak wood desk surrounded by maps and tomes from all across Equestria. However, her attention was focused upon the book that lay on the desk before her, in which she had written only one thing: "There and Back Again: A Ponies Tale. By Granny Smith."

Granny turned the page, and stared at the blank paper before her. Faced with a blank slate, The old Earth pony leaned back in her chair, and asked herself, "Now...where to begin?"

Granny Smith paused at her question, and considered her words carefully. A process in which she thought up a decent beginning to her book.

"Ah, yes," she remarked to herself. She then sat forward, bit down on the end of a pencil, and began writing the first chapter of her story.

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Concerning The Apple Family

The Apple Family has been living and growing apples in Ponyville since the time in which my father settled here. We were quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the 'Civilized Ponies', unless of course they were here to buy our apples and apple products. Equestria, after all, full of strange creatures and places beyond count, our little apple orchard must have seemed of little importance, as we were neither renowned as the biggest apple orchard in Equestria, nor possessing any talent other than growing apples, or in my papa's case, collecting seeds.

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A knock on the door distracted Granny Smith from her book. She was quite perplexed as to who would be here at this time, and she wondered if the knocker in question had read the sign posted on the door of the house, which read: "No Visitors, Only Birthday Party Business Excused".

'Maybe it's that-there Pinkie Pie,' Granny Smith thought to herself, after taking out the pencil from her mouth, "That silly Pony has been a-coming and a-going a lot as of late."

But, as it was Pinkie's business in Ponyville to organize all parties, it was acceptable for her to be around constantly at this time.

"Apple Bloom! Someone's at the door!" Granny called to her filly granddaughter. Hearing no response, and no further knocking, Granny Smith bit down on the same pencil, and returned to her book.

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In fact, it has been remarked by some that the Apple family's only real passion is for eating the apples they so zealously protect. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of apple cider, and the collecting of zap apples every once a year. But where our hearts truly lie, is in peace, and good tilled earth. For all Apples share a love of things that grow. And yes, while the selling of Zap Apple Jam has caused the town of Ponyville to build up around our apple orchard, our ways would still seem quaint to many other, more 'Civilized Ponies'. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.

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A second knock disturbed Granny Smith from her book yet again, to which she dropped her pencil and called for Apple Bloom...again, "Apple Bloom! The door!"

Granny Smith waited for a response, but another knock disturbed the perpetual silence of her house.

"Pony feathers, where is that filly? APPLE BLOOM!" called Granny Smith.