Groaning after a day of hard work, Applejack stretched out her legs and stepped into the bathroom where, just as she was expecting, was drawn a steaming hot bath, all for her. Hanging her hat from a peg on the wall, she tested the water’s temperature with her hoof. Finding it to be just shy of scalding — exactly the way she liked it — she climbed in and slipped down up to her shoulders, head resting on the edge of the tub and cares melting away.
Without announcement, the floor collapsed and the tub fell down, down, down into a cavern, smashing to pieces on the hard ground and leaving Applejack groaning with injury. All around her, several diamond dogs armed with pickaxes stared at her, and then looked to the tallest among them.
The tallest wordlessly looked at the map held in his paws, and then turned it over. He hit himself in the forehead with his palm, and then left down the tunnel they’d dug, taking the pack with him.
Applejack groaned again.