The end of the month had approached, and the Apple family safe had gotten full. As per usual, it was Applejack’s job to more the bits to the bank. It was a hard job. Just tedious and boring. She knew the bits would just be taken out the net day for some farm necessity. She could only sigh at the thought. It was want Granny Smith wanted. It did give her time away from the farm, and a nice stroll never hurt. Within her thoughts, she made it to the bank in no time.
“Hello, Applejack. Here to deposit the monthly revenue?” asked the teller.
“Yep.” Applejack replied as she lifted the bag of bits onto the table.
“Alright. Just let me count these out and…woah!”
"What is it? Something the matter with our finances?!”
“Quite the opposite, Applejack. You guy’s farm must be booming.”
“No, just the regular amount of orders.”
“Well, your balance says otherwise.” The teller turned her screen around to show to Applejack.
“Sweet…Celestia…above…”
“Our records show that it was one lump sum…though, we don’t know from where.”
“Are ya sure yer fancy computer didn’t mess up or nuthin’?”
“Our computers are state of the art. All these bits are yours and your families. I think it’s enough to rival Filthy Rich’s stash.”
The farm pony turned to leave the bank. She was speechless. Her farm has never seen that amount of bits. Cider season and Zap apple season profits combined didn’t even equal a quarter of that amount. Yet, she couldn’t help thinking about where it came from. Was it an accident? Perhaps it was one of Applebloom’s cutie mark ideas. Perhaps Big Mac? Maybe he had something to do with the funds. No…he was too busy enjoying his vacation.
Just think of all the things she could do with those bits. Fix the barn, fix the house, buy new apple trees, more land for more trees, get Granny Smith a new hip, Mac a new yoke, or Applebloom a different bow. Maybe, just maybe, she could buy something for herself.
“Whoa, Applejack! Watch where you’re going…”
“Huh? Oh…sorry, Twi. Just lost in thought.”
“Oh? Maybe I can help?” offered Twilight.
“Alright. Somehow, we came into a lot of bits, and I don’t know how. I was thinking maybe Mac did it, but he’s too busy having fun.”
“Definitely not Big Macintosh,” Twilight said nervously, “Can’t be him…”
“Why not?”
“You know…because uh…he’s too busy with Secretaire to earn money.”
“I guess so, sugarcube...but where did that money come from is my question?”
“Who knows?! Just accept it! Praise Celestia you’ve came into some bits.” Twilight began pushing Applejack towards her farm,
“ Have fun! Buy yourself something nice. Like a new hat. Just don’t ask questions.”
“Uh..alright.” Applejack said as she walked home.
“Oh…and Applejack…It wasn’t Big Mac.”