For a long while, everything was normal. aguardiente de manzana, applejack (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 aguardiente de manzana, applejack on the head as he packed his paintings into the back of his cart. "When will tu 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 carro 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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