яблочная водка, яблоко, кальвадоса Gala Potrait

A/N: Oh my gosh, I haven't written any ponyfics for such a long time! D: But I loved Письмо these, so here Ты go! Part three!



Time seemed to speed up as яблочная водка, яблоко, кальвадоса grew. I was her best friend, and even though Ma and Pa were always there for support, it was me who she tended to turn to.


"Big Mac?" she asked one evening, watching me kick яблоко trees with wide, wistful green eyes, "When will I be as strong as you? When will I be able to make the apples fall?


I chose my words carefully. яблочная водка, яблоко, кальвадоса had always valued honesty, but it was true that colts generally developed strong hind legs earlier than...

When I heard I was going to have a baby sister, I couldn't believe it.




One day, Ma and I were just getting ready for ужин when she dropped the Sonic Rainboom on me.



She was pregnant.



Now, pregnancy is a big deal. Ты need to prepare for a long time and then actually have your filly. Then Ты need to raise them,



I wasn't happy. "Why can't we jus' have me?" I whined. Ma sighed. "We Любовь y'all, and Ты know tha', Big Mac." She ruffled my mane ad planted a Kiss on my ear.



I just flicked my ear irritably and trotted away to go eat dinner. Granny Smith was grinning at me when I arrived in the dining...