[}—–{ Favorite Cousins }–—{]
We all have our favorites. They may be the ones who care the most about you or who help you the most or perhaps maybe they’re just the ones who you have the best memories of. For Applejack, her favorite cousin was that of all three.
“Who’s yours, Applejack?” The orange farmer looked down at her sister, who returned the slightly confused look with one of naïve curiosity. As soon as Applejack opened her mouth to ask why, Applebloom eagerly interrupted. “Ever since the reunion I’ve been wonderin’ about who your favorite cousin is, since Granny told me hers and all.” As Applejack turned away to begin flipping through the pages of the book in silence, Applebloom couldn’t contain her excitement. “Please tell me, big sis? I really wanna know!”
The mare looked down and knew from the second she saw those pleading eyes that she wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Well, Ah suppose if you really want to know and all, Ah could tell you.” She grabbed one of the tabs that jutted out of the book, this one in particular reading Applejack, and flipped to the page that it marked. A slight smile formed on her face as she spent a few moments simply staring at the first image. “Well, Ah suppose my favorite cousin would be,” she held the last word as if she was thinking about her answer, enjoying the torment she was delivering to her sister, “Braeburn.”
