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// The letter 
// Story: Foal's Gold 
// by flutterboom64 
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This story is taking place from Apple Bloom's prospective.


Today was a day like any other, I woke up before the rooster, (once again,) and made my way downstairs. The air was a bit chilly, but it's always that way during the end of winter. I made my way downstairs when the all too familiar aroma of apples filled my nostrils. Call me crazy, but no matter how many times I get a whiff of apples, I get goosebumps. Upon arriving in the kitchen I saw Granny Smith and Applejack stomping on, and crushing a few of the apples we keep for ourselves.
"Howdy Sugar cube!" Greeted Applejack.
"HELLO SLEEPY HEAD!" Shouted Granny Smith, unable to tell how loud she was.
"Uh'm Granny?" Started Applejack
"WHAT?" Granny Smith yelled.
Obviously Granny couldn't hear Applejack, but that has never stopped my sister before, and wouldn't stop her now.
"YOU ARE TALKING TOO LOUD!" shouted Applejack.
"I AM NOT TOO OLD! YOU BETTER LEARN YOUR PLACE HERE MISSY! YOU MAY BE AN ADULT BUT I'M IN CHARGE HERE!" Granny Smith yelled before trotting off angrily mumbling a few words that no filly should ever hear.
"But I-" Applejack began.
"Applejack," I started "She can't hear you anymore."
Applejack sighed. "I know..."

Together Applejack and I scooped up the crushed apples from the gigantic wooden bucket into a bowl, and ran the apples through a bowl with lots of holes. I still don't remember what it's called but my family just calls it "The Applesauce Maker," because that's all we do with it. Make applesauce. After the peels are all out Applejack and I set out four bowls on the table. 
"Can I do it this time sis?" I asked.
" 'Course ya' can sis!"
I  jumped up the table and into the windowsill, grabbed the bell, and began rattling it frantically.
"SSSSOOOOUUUUUPSSSSS OOOONNNNNNNN!" I bellowed.
My big brother (Big Macintosh) slammed open the door and ran inside. The door swung open and hit my flank so hard I flew outside from the open window where I was standing, and into the pig's mud pit.
"Apple Bloom!" yelled Applejack. Applejack raced through the open door over to the mud pit with the speed of 4 ponies.
"Y'all right sis?" Applejack asked worriedly.
"A'hm fine!" I said walking over to the hose.
"Jeez Big Mac, calm down it's only breakfast." I scolded.
"Sorry Apple Bloom, but that's not why I'm in a hurry." Explained Big Mac.
"I needed to show y'all this here letter from the mail machine." Said Big Macintosh holding out a long white parchment, stained with a few small spots of mud from my fall (I didn't know I made a splash THAT big.) I jumped up and snatched the letter from my brother and began reading.
"Your painment for this mother is... overdone!" I said proudly.
"Ms. Cheerilee's been teachin' us how to read books!" I explained
"What a strange letter." I thought out loud.
"A'hm not sure if that's correct sugar cube." Said Applejack
"Of course it's correct!" I protested! Before I knew it Applejack had the letter.
"Hey!" I began.
"Let's see here..." Started Applejack.
"Your payment for this month is... OVERDUE?" Applejack said with great shock.
"WHAT?" I said with the same amount of shock that Applejack had just demonstrated.
"Eeyup." Said Big Macintosh, except this wasn't his usual "Eeyup" it was filled to the brim with sadness.