The white unicorn mare who’d drawn the house blueprints got a call on her household telephone.

“Carousel Boutique!” she said after lifting its receiver with her horn. “This is Rarity!”

“Mayor Mare speaking,” said the voice at the other end of the line. “I approve of your blueprints!”

“Why, thank you, Ms. Mayor, darling!” cried Rarity. “I do hope they just adore their new house!”

“So do I, Rarity,” answered the mayor. “So do I.”

Rarity said good-bye to the mayor, who said good-bye right back, and hung up.

Meanwhile, at Sweet Apple Acres, the orange Earth pony mare who’d helped to make the house frame rallied up the rest of her huge family—from near and far—to cut some apple trees down and make them into lumber.

“Before we start cuttin’ down these here trees,” she announced, “we gotta buck all the apples off the ones we’re gonna cut!”

“Eeyup,” agreed her elder brother, Big McIntosh.

“Can I help you, too, Applejack?” asked her younger sister, Apple Bloom.

“Sure, you can, sugarcube,” answered Applejack, and explained, “You and Granny can take the apples we buck and bake some delicious treats for us to eat when we’re all done!”

Apple Bloom entered Sweet Apple Homestead to help Granny Smith, her grandmother, in the kitchen, and the rest of the Apple family got ready to do their part in the construction of the new house.

Author's Note

This story deviates from the canon ab initio, so none of the Cutie Mark Crusaders (Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo) has her Cutie Mark yet.