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!KkyWm0AORY 03/09/11(Wed)13:24 No.24149970Sweat poured from Apple Jack’s forehead and ran down her nose. The sun was out, and the load was heavy, but today was Saturday. She couldn’t miss the opportunity Saturday gave them; everyone wanted Apples on Saturday, and that was her field. Her cutie mark was apples and her name was apples and her livelihood was apples. She couldn’t miss apple Saturday. She cursed Celestia for all apples and for injuring Big Macintosh, again. This time he’d cracked a rib at last week’s rodeo. He was a big mare at heart. Apple Jack chuckled at that thought. If Mac was the mare of the Apple family, she was the stallion. She’d almost completed the Apple bucking on her own, and could almost lift a fill grown pig by herself. Even her signature hat was for stallions. It all added up.
Still, the weight of the cart was almost unbearable, and Apple Jack heaved a sigh of absolute relief when she made it to the town square. It was just before lunch when she arrived. Perfect timing, ponies would be looking for something to eat before continuing business. She took a deep breath. ‘APPLES, GET YER’ FRESH APPLES, PICKED ESPECIALLY FER Y’ALL PONIES.’ Soon, she had amassed a queue, and had a pouch full of coins in her stall apron. As the day progressed, more and more ponies came to her stall, and her supply of apples gradually depleted. After a few hours of business, the rack was empty, save for some stalks and leaves. She took out the stops by the wheels, connected herself to the stall and began the considerably easier job of taking the empty shop back to Sweet Apple Acres.
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