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!rGQfTChdLA 01/28/11(Fri)17:33 No.23001551>>23001249
The Apple clan had an awful lot of secrets. Foals made the best apple fertilizer, for instance. Inbreeding over the years had done a lot of damage to their genetic pool. The preternaturally late development of cutie marks, and the complete inability to do math were only the most obvious traits. Those were the ones they let the rest of the ponies in Ponyville know about. The other ponies didn't know about the foals they kept locked in the basement. Those ones weren't natural. Still, at least, they could be put to some use, counting apple seeds and whatnot. Then there was the third type of Apple foal, the ones that came out never having a chance. Like the one that had the hoof where its head was supposed to be, and the one that was just two ends stuck together with a big ol' eye in the middle, and the one that came all horns that could float and it talked directly into your mind. Those ones got the shovel. Those ones got buried out back beneath the trees. Applejack was one of the lucky ones. She could cover up her deformity. She had a tail growing out of the end of her tail. It extended all the way to the end of her tail hair. She could do tricks with it, like pick things up, and service her brotherdaddy. Eyup, she was one of the lucky ones. |
