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// The End 
// Story: The War of the Fruit 
// by Teyeson Bee 
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"Well?” Pinkie Pie said, after she had read the last sentence. “What did you think?”

She had just finished reading her new story to Applejack and Strawberry Sunrise, who looked at each other humorously. When Pinkie had come to them saying that she had written a story about them, they didn’t know what they were expecting. Now that they heard it, they really weren’t expecting that.

“Um…” Applejack hummed, trying to find the right words. “It was definitely…something alright.”

“Definitely something,” Strawberry repeated. “Did you do that all by yourself, Pinkie?”

“Most of it,” Pinkie replied with a smile. “I got the idea from Rarity telling me about the little ‘exchange’ you guys had, Twilight helped me with grammar and punctuation, and even Discord threw in his two bits!”

Applejack picked up the story and turned pages toward the middle. Taking a moment to read again, she looked up with a raised eyebrow. “‘Save the bananas?’ Really?”

“Yeah, that was Discord’s contribution,” Pinkie giggled.

“Makes sense,” Applejack nodded as she gave the story back to Pinkie. 

“And what was all that tragedy at the end of the story?” Strawberry asked. “Was it really necessary to kill off Apple Bloom and Strawberry Crisp?”

Pinkie rapidly shook her head. “I never did say ‘killed’ in the story. That’s the whole idea of a dark comedy.”

“I see,” Strawberry replied.

“Well, it was very creative, Ah’ll give you that, Pinkie.” She glanced at Strawberry again, and then looked back. “Though maybe a little far-fetched.”

“I agree,” Strawberry added with a chuckle. “I mean, starting a war over whose fruit is superior? That seems a little extreme.”

Applejack laughed too. “No kiddin’. Ah mean, we all know which fruit clearly is the better one.”

“Clearly,” Strawberry agreed.

“Apples!”

“Strawberries!”

Applejack and Strawberry had spoken at the same time. At once, both of their faces whipped around, and they glared at each other defiantly. Pinkie Pie stared, wide-eyed, between them both.

“Ah thought we had settled this, Strawberry Sunrise!” she barked. “Apples are, without-a-doubt, better!”

“Oh psshaw!” Strawberry scoffed. “I never said anything of the sort. Strawberries are the better fruit, and every pony knows it!”

“Is that a fact?” Applejack growled as the two ponies butt their heads together. “Ya know, you got a nice strawberry stand there. It’d be a darn shame if something happened to it!”

“I could say the same about your little apple sapling!” Strawberry spat back.

The two of them were suddenly silenced by the loud gasp of Pinkie Pie, who was looking at Applejack and Strawberry in horror.

“It’s happening!” she squealed for the whole street to hear. “It’s happening! The War of the Fruit has begun!” Within an instant, Pinkie had grabbed her story and took off like a rocket across town, shouting, “Hide your kids! Hide your wives! HIDE YOUR PRODUCE!”

As soon as she was gone, Applejack and Strawberry Sunrise’s angry faces turned into suppressed giggles. Clearly, the acts of hostility were just a prank on Pinkie. Amused at their joke, the two chortled into fits of laughter as they clung onto each other. 

“Seriously though,” Applejack added quickly, “apples are better.”