"Hey Applejack!" Applebloom trotted into the room with a large box on her head. "I found this and I wanted to ask ya something!"

The box slammed onto the table, sending out dust in every direction and making both ponies cough with its stench. "You know how Babs is my favorite cousin? Well, who's yours?"

Applejack opened the aged covers with a slight smile, the eyes of the past staring up at her. "Well Applebloom, Ah suppose that'd be my cousin Braeburn."