My Little Short Stories

Tag(s):  Slice of Life

*Thwack!  Thud, thud, thud. . .*  The apples all land right in the basket as Big Mac moves to another tree.  He places another basket down on the ground, turns around, raises his hind legs, and gives the apple tree a good hard kick.  Thwack!  Just like last time, all of the apples land right in the basket.  Big Mac moves on, knowing that either Applejack or Applebloom will collect them later on.  A few hours later Big Mac stops bucking apples and looks back at the fruits of his labor.  A satisfied smile spreads across his muzzle has he stands there, his fur sleek and laid back against his skin, due to the sweat from all of the hard work.  Some flecks of mud cling to him here and there, and a twig has somehow found its way into his tail, but it doesn't other Big Mac.  He always feels at ease after a hard days work.  Big Mac trots up a small hill and taps the apple three there with his hind leg, causing a single apple to fall out.  Big Mac then lays down on his stomach and gazes out over the fields lost in thought, all the while munching on his apple.  Big Mac smiles as he lays his head down on the grass and starts to doze off, perfectly content with his life.

A/N:  This was done for class, we had to get a story in a single paragraph.  I hope you like it!