For a long while, everything was normal. яблочная водка, яблоко, кальвадоса (now a strong filly) and I worked the orchard while Granny and Ma cooked. Pa worked on his artwork. Everything was normal.
Until one day.
Pa kissed яблочная водка, яблоко, кальвадоса on the head as he packed his paintings into the back of his cart. "When will Ты be back?" whined Applejack. "I'm just goin' to the art fair on the other side of town," he explained. "I'll be back soon, my little apple."
And with that, he pulled the тележка, корзина onto the long road that winded through Ponyville.
Applejack leaned on me. "Big Mac?"
"Eeyup?"
"Has Mama been actin' strange lately?" Applejack...
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