The Singer's Quest

I did not know where to go. I trotted at a medium pace down the path to the left of that small gate, when I come on to a fork in the road. I sat and hesitated for a small moment. The back of my skull felt occupied yet again as it did a faint whisper.
“Go left.” It uttered as I shook from the tone it used.
Not wanting to anger my new, friend, so to speak, I ran down the left path at my top speed. Not paying attention to my surroundings, I ran past a large apple orchard. I saw that same yellow filly from that horrid social gathering they called a party, so I decided to give her a piece of my mind.
As I approached the young one, she neglected to notice me. I stopped and thought for a moment.
“If I upset her and make her cry, I might… feel bad. She’s really little, and…”
I heard a voice coming from about twenty feet away.
“Singspiel!” A mare’s voice beaconed.
I turned to find an orange pony in a cowboy hat. We made eye contact and I decided to run towards her. Maybe another of Twilight’s friends? I chuckled again. This is beginning to be easy.
“You’re here to help buck apples, right?” She asked while looking me up and down. “Well, uh, I don’t know how to put this, partner. You look a little to… scrawny to buck. Why don’t you hang around in the cart or pick up the ones we miss?”
I nodded and followed her to a harness, when a large red colt appeared. He looked like he had been doing this for years; he was big and looked like he could kick me about a mile away.
“Now, Mac, this is Singspiel. She’s gonna pick up the apples ya miss and probably talk your ear off like them city slickers usually do. She’s a friend of Twi’s.” She reassured the gentle giant.
I drew an angry face, but rapidly changed back to a sweet fake smile when they both looked back to me. The orange athletic mare left to take charge of something else, while Mac and I began to walk down the orchard’s many tree lines.
“So, I just pick these missed ones up?” I asked
“Eeyup.” He simply replied.
He bucked a mighty tree with such force, yet no leaves fell. About fifty apples fell from the trees and landed in his dilapidated wagon. Five or so were left on the ground, so I picked them up with my magic and tossed them with little care, into the wagon. We continued like this for a few minutes, in complete silence before I decided to bombard him with questions.
“Do you like hard labor?”
“Eeyup.” He stated, again.
Being upset with this, I decided to ask him a question he would HAVE to answer differently.
“Do you hate your sister? Is she too bossy?” I demanded as I picked up about three apples and tossed them in the wagon again.
“Nope.” He replied.
I felt anger bubble up inside me. Then, I saw yet another flash of red and heard a crunching noise. Almost like eating. I discarded the noise and went back to my work. As I zoned out and continued to do the monotonous work of caring after discarded apples, I kept hearing the noise.
“Do you know any other words than yes and no?” I asked angrily. I was getting sick of the silence, and mostly the chewing.
“Eeyup.” He stated. AGAIN.
I almost completely lost it. I decided to give him a scenario that he couldn’t just say yes or no to. I will get him to talk, dammit!

“Ok, so let’s say that the moon is going to crash into your farm if you don’t eat fifteen blueberry pies and give half your apples to Princess Celestia without pay, so she may throw them at ongoing trains? What do you do?”

He said nothing as the chewing sound began again. My hair puffed up and I began to get enraged.

“You are either a simpleton or you are so mentally disturbed that you feel the need to express your feelings in ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Do you feel the world is as black and white as yes and no? Or are you too shy to function so you pretend to be so very unintelligent that people disregard your existence?” I ran in front of his pull cart and reveled at his hooves. “TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!” I demanded while throwing a small fit.
He nudged me to the side so he could pass. It was the end of one large line of trees. He picked up speed and ran towards a barn, his sister, and several apple barrels. I followed him out of pure curiosity.
I approached the two, then the orange one looked towards me with a half-smile.
“Mac tells me you were eating apples instead of helping out.” She accused.
“No. To be honest, I was picking them up and talking his ear off, like you told him I would.”
“Now, kid, I know honest better than all y’all. And my brother here, wouldn’t lie. It’s the Apple family way. He says you ate about… ten or twelve apples.”
“No. I couldn’t even fathom eating ten apples.”
“I can eat TWICE what you ate!”
“Well, considering that I didn't eat any apples, then you can’t eat any apples.”
“What in tar-nation…”
“I ate a grand total of zero apples. If you double nothing, you have two nothings, and nothings aren't an accurate unit of measurement.”
“Now, I was never good at the maths, but I recon there must be some apples missin’ from the wagon.”
I thought for a fraction of a second. “There are twenty apple trees in a row in your orchard. And, there are about fifty apples per tree-“
“Fifty? Darn tootin, that’s a mighty number.” She interrupted with excitement
“Back to logic, thank you. Fifty apples per tree, twenty trees. That’s on average, a thousand apples.” I said snootily while nudging the wagon over. “Does this look like a thousand apples?” The apples started rolling out of the wagon and getting dusty and possibly bruised.
“What have you done? I recon you better skedaddle before you ruin something else. You done hurt my feelings and hurt my apples. Now, get, you!” She said in a slightly angry, slightly annoyed tone.
I began my run out of this dreadful place, but not before kicking over another large barrel for good measure.
The dark wings fluttered again, as my skull became non vacant. “Heh. I knew you were going to kick another barrel. You little hellion.”
I jumped the fence and began to run back towards town.