"Was für ein Tag" Big Macintosh exclaimed in his strange new tongue when he returned at last to Sweet Apple Acres.
Though he had often worked himself to such extremes in the past, there was something about today that had strained on him more then usual. It didn't take the giant of a stallion to come to a conclusion as to why thus was so.
He was almost completed positive that it had something to do with his interactions today, of which there had been far too many then what he was usually accustomed to. He would have felt daunted by the prospect, but for some reason there was a very peculiar excitement to all this. Probably had something to do with this strange new tongue that he had woken up with, completely fluent as if he had spoke it all his life.
Unhinging himself of the heavy load of strawberries on his back, the stallion was overcome with a slight hinge of regret as the number of strawberries was relatively the same since he had left, only succeeding in selling a few. Maybe Ponyville wasn't ready for such an exotic fruit yet. But all that boring old Apful, well for some reason, even though he had spent all his life around the fruit and came from a family dedicated to the stuff, now he couldn't stand the thought of having anything with it anymore.
Suddenly thoughts of appearing like a hypocrite dawned in his mind. He couldn't consider himself of the Apple clan and yet come to love a very different fruit, yet he could not come to love the delicious Erdbeere and have the flesh and blood of the stale Apful. Maybe a change in profession was needed. But could he face the prospect of leaving behind his family to begin anew, those old blood ties certainly seemed enough to override the feelings of abandonment. Yet after seeing what had become of his dear sister Applejack, and all her talks of independent gain of the one, maybe she would endorse his vision.
Deciding to think about it later, Big Macintosh strolled into the Apple family household and sat himself down, content to put his hooves up and rest. He didn't get a good share of peace before he was interrupted by the youngest member of the clan, Apple Bloom came rushing in with obvious angst in her voice.
"Dang it, dang it, dang it, dang it, I done lost it again!" She exclaimed pitifully. Big Macintosh could immediately figure out what she had lost, for the little filly looked awfully different without her usual bow adorned to the back of her mane.
"Oh verdammt." Big Macintosh uttered under his breath.
"Third dang time today!" Apple Bloom continued, heedless of any input her brother had.
Before the distraught filly could wail on any further, the pair of siblings were distracted again, this time by Applejack herself standing stoically at the open door.
"Younger." She announced, before presenting Apple Bloom's missing accessary with her hooves.
"Hey you ain't such a big dang sissy after all." Apple Bloom remarked before gratefully accepting the bow, before prancing off out of the room, Big Macintosh briefly wondering how long it would be before she lost it again.
"Was für ein Mund!" The stallion exclaimed in regards to the new abrasive tone of his younger sister.
"You disapprove?" Applejack replied with notable concern that put him at unease.
"She is just a little filly, Ja?" He countered.
"That is no excuse for you to have authority over her." Applejack snapped back with suspicion.
"What are you on about?" He replied with equal suspicion.
"To each her own, as the code dictates." The mare mused, and Bic Macintosh could see where this was going.
"That tone is very unbecoming of you schwester." He noted.
"I could easily say the same of you, dearest brother." Applejack countered.
"Sure." The stallion retorted. "But it is not like this manner of mine is effecting the ponies around me. I mean, if you were in your old self and you heard our sister talking like that, you would have had one or two things to say. But now, it's like you don't even care or something.''
He hadn't intended on going on for as long as he did, and Big Macintosh went silent for a good long while after that. He was not used to speaking anymore then one full sentence at a time.
His little outburst had stunned Applejack too. She could detect a good measure of concern for Apple Bloom, and Big Macintosh's voice seemed to quiver a little, through which she could sense the old stallion who only spoke a few syllables at a time. But she soon regained her tone and was able to counter him in no time.
"Well thank you for you enlightenment there." She began. "But my concerns are far too filled with visions that go far beyond the well being of one little filly, even if that filly is my own kin. Now if you will excuse me, this old bones have grown weary of listening to you talk, and I must gather my strength for the beginnings of the Great Rope."
And with that, she got up, strolled past an increasingly worrying Big Macintosh, and our of the room to bid the night farewell. She hadn't even bid him good night, the stallion thought.
"Oh verdammt." He repeated.