What A Prince Does - Part 3
Applejack had been harvesting apples for only a few hours, but she was already exhausted. Her dreams the past few nights had replayed that awful moment at the Gala when the room began to cave in, only instead of that annoying prince being the one being attack by birds, it was Apple Bloom, Big Macintosh, or Granny Smith. Sometimes she would be trying to get to them and the birds would turn their cruel razor claws on her instead, tearing her to bits. Other times they would constantly push her away, letting her get close enough she could almost touch them before being pulled back. The worst were when she got to them only to find Applejack hadn't slept well, not at all.
"Hi Applejack!" A sudden perky voice from right behind her startled Applejack to wakefulness and very nearly toppled her over. She turned around to see Pinkie Pie cheerily bouncing right behind her, full of energy as always.
"Howdy Pinkie Pie, sorry but Ah ain't got much time fer talkin'. These trees have gotta be buc