Ever since the birth of the Cake twins and the disaster with Cheerilee, Granny Smith refused to let go of the whole idea of great grandfoals, “why can’t she bug Applejack about it? She can have ‘em too,” he thought grumpily to himself as he lay on a pile of hay. “Why did she have to bring up Miss Fluttershy anyway? Tain’t like Ah ever spoke to the filly,” not that Big Macintosh spoke to many. He would steal glances at the canary yellow mare whenever he could, but she was sweet and pretty, “don’t mean nuthin’” he huffed into the hay.

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