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Pinkie Spends Time With Applejack
Applejack sighed as she curled up on the couch. The fire roared in the fireplace, the burning wood snapping and cracking as a warm heat pulsed throughout the room. Outside, the first snowflakes of winter had begun to fall, dotting the landscape with patches of white. The perfect day to read a book, I reckon, Applejack thought as she picked up a worn copy of a book for the coffee table.
"A Trot to Remember," Applejack mumbled.
The mare glanced back to the coffee table and picked up a hot mug of cider, blowing gently on it before taking a sip. She set the mug down and wiggled deeper into the cushions. Just gonna take a little bite of my apple, and then I—.
Applejack stopped when she turned to the end table. Right in the middle of it stood her apple. Bright red, glistening in the glow of the fire. Applejack had taken care when choosing this one for her reading snack. She knew that it would be the juiciest apple she had ever bitten into.
What made her pause, however, was the fact that a certain pink pony now stood on the other side of the end table.
"Pinkie?" Applejack asked as she tossed the book under a pillow. "What in tarnation are you doin' here?"
Pinkie Pie's smile widened, though she didn't say anything.
"Somethin' wrong?"
Still not speaking, Pinkie Pie simply shook her head.
"Uh, well I'm always happy to have friends over," Applejack said as she tried to sit up straight. "But I was just 'bout to do some reading', you know?"
Pinkie Pie nodded before lifting a hoof to her chin.
"So..."
Applejack waited for Pinkie Pie to get the hint. Pinkie Pie simply reached her hoof out toward the end table. As Applejack saw what she was reaching for, her eyes narrowed.
"Pinkie," Applejack asked. "What do you think you're doin'?
Pinkie Pie simply stared into Applejack's eyes as her hoof finally touched the apple. Applejack was about to yell at her friend for grabbing it, but her anger morphed into confusion when she saw that, rather than grabbing the apple, Pinkie Pie simply started pushing it across the table, though her gaze never left Applejack's eyes. Applejack cocked her head to the side. No, Applejack thought, what is this girl thinkin'?
Applejack got her answer a moment Pinkie Pie finally pushed the apple off of the table, where it bounced onto the floor before rolling away. Applejack gasped and leaped off of the couch to retrieve her snack.
"Pinkie, what's gotten into you?" Applejack shouted as she bent over to pick up the apple. "Are you runnin' short of a bushel or—"
Applejack turned to Pinkie Pie, but whinnied in frustration when she saw that her friend had disappeared.
“Somethin’.”
She shook her head and looked down at the apple. Ain't too much damage, Applejack thought as she brushed the fruit against her fur. She trotted back to the couch and took a seat. The fire still roared comfortably, and her book was still waiting just beneath the cushion. I swear that girl is part draconequus, she chuckled, reaching for her mug of cider. She lifted the mug to take a sip, but when nothing came out, she peered inside, only to see that some pony had chugged the last of her cider already. Applejack's eye twitched.
"Pinkie!"
"A Trot to Remember," Applejack mumbled.
The mare glanced back to the coffee table and picked up a hot mug of cider, blowing gently on it before taking a sip. She set the mug down and wiggled deeper into the cushions. Just gonna take a little bite of my apple, and then I—.
Applejack stopped when she turned to the end table. Right in the middle of it stood her apple. Bright red, glistening in the glow of the fire. Applejack had taken care when choosing this one for her reading snack. She knew that it would be the juiciest apple she had ever bitten into.
What made her pause, however, was the fact that a certain pink pony now stood on the other side of the end table.
"Pinkie?" Applejack asked as she tossed the book under a pillow. "What in tarnation are you doin' here?"
Pinkie Pie's smile widened, though she didn't say anything.
"Somethin' wrong?"
Still not speaking, Pinkie Pie simply shook her head.
"Uh, well I'm always happy to have friends over," Applejack said as she tried to sit up straight. "But I was just 'bout to do some reading', you know?"
Pinkie Pie nodded before lifting a hoof to her chin.
"So..."
Applejack waited for Pinkie Pie to get the hint. Pinkie Pie simply reached her hoof out toward the end table. As Applejack saw what she was reaching for, her eyes narrowed.
"Pinkie," Applejack asked. "What do you think you're doin'?
Pinkie Pie simply stared into Applejack's eyes as her hoof finally touched the apple. Applejack was about to yell at her friend for grabbing it, but her anger morphed into confusion when she saw that, rather than grabbing the apple, Pinkie Pie simply started pushing it across the table, though her gaze never left Applejack's eyes. Applejack cocked her head to the side. No, Applejack thought, what is this girl thinkin'?
Applejack got her answer a moment Pinkie Pie finally pushed the apple off of the table, where it bounced onto the floor before rolling away. Applejack gasped and leaped off of the couch to retrieve her snack.
"Pinkie, what's gotten into you?" Applejack shouted as she bent over to pick up the apple. "Are you runnin' short of a bushel or—"
Applejack turned to Pinkie Pie, but whinnied in frustration when she saw that her friend had disappeared.
“Somethin’.”
She shook her head and looked down at the apple. Ain't too much damage, Applejack thought as she brushed the fruit against her fur. She trotted back to the couch and took a seat. The fire still roared comfortably, and her book was still waiting just beneath the cushion. I swear that girl is part draconequus, she chuckled, reaching for her mug of cider. She lifted the mug to take a sip, but when nothing came out, she peered inside, only to see that some pony had chugged the last of her cider already. Applejack's eye twitched.
"Pinkie!"