Being the level headed mare she is, one thing Applejack always desires before blowing her top is an explanation. Even the most hare brained scheme can be justified if it makes a meagre ounce of sense.

Today is not one of those days.

A Reflection-Verse story.

A very late entrant to Mockingbirb's Arboreal Yearnings Contest.

Edit: Now part of the Reflection-Verse Group