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On a more secluded part of Sweet Apple Acres stood two apple trees. Unlike the reset of the fields, these were the only two apple trees that stood there. Applejack stood at the foot of both trees and stared at them. Her eyes were fixed on two carvings on the trees. On the left tree an apple with a section missing was carved into it, and on the right tree a heart made out of an apple was carved into it. She stood there in silence. Wind blew past her and swept her mane to the side.
“Applejack!” a voice called. Applejack turned and saw a white unicorn waving at her. Beside her was a picnic basket. “Are you ready for our picnic?”
“Just a sec.” Applejack walked to the trees and gave each one a gentle buck. Both of the trees dropped a single apple. She caught both in her hat. With the literal fruits of her labour in tow, she approached the other pony. The apples were surrounded in a gentle blue glow and floated to her eyes.
“What are these?” she asked. Applejack returned her stetson to her head.
“Just a little something special,” Applejack replied. “Come on Rare.” Applejack walked away from the trees, leaving Rarity alone. Rarity looked at the trees. What looked like two translucent ponies were looking at her. One of them was a large stallion while the other was a mare the size of Rarity. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but they were gone. Rarity shrugged, grabbed the basket, and followed after Applejack.