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// Chapter 13-Five Years Later 
// Story: The Pear in Me 
// by Creativa-Artly01 
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Five years later, Pear Butter has another foal, another filly, whom she names Apple Bloom. Applejack and Big Mac are happy to have another sibling to play with. Pear Butter smiles as she watches the older two interact with their baby sister. "She looks like her daddy," says Pear Butter to Bright Mac.

"Mmhmm," replies Bright Mac with a smile, "she does look like me." He then goes out to tend to the fields and leaves Pear Butter alone so she can get some much needed rest. 

Out in the orchard, Bright Mac gets straight to bucking the trees. After all, they still have to send apples to market tomorrow, they still have to bring in money. He bucks at the trees for about six to eight hours straight before finally falling asleep underneath the trees, every single one bucked thoroughly. 

The next day, he takes the apples to the market as soon as the sun rises. He then tends to the apple stand at the market all morning while Pear Butter stays at home with baby Apple Bloom and the older two are at school. 

At school, Applejack and Big Mac happily take their seats in the class. Big Mac in the back and Applejack in the front. A few minutes later, Rara takes her seat beside Applejack, who then shares a hug with her. Not long after that, Mrs. Cherry Upside Down Cake enters the classroom and hands around math tests for the students to begin on. After about fifteen to twenty five minutes, the students finish their tests and hand them back to the teacher who takes them up and begins to grade them after assigning them their homework. 

Meanwhile at the Apple Farm, Pear Butter hums a lullaby to an infant Apple Bloom. Once Apple Bloom is put down for her nap, Pear Butter goes out and tends to her garden. Once she's done with her garden, she goes back inside and starts making batter for her favorite treat: pear strudels. Once the batter is made, Buttercup adds in the pear slices and brown sugar and cinnamon. She then folds them over and pops them in the oven. A half hour later, she pulls them out and lets them cool while she goes off to nurse a crying Apple Bloom before putting her back down to sleep and going to enjoy her pear strudels. Everything is perfect, if only her relationship with her father, though, she thinks to herself, could be just as perfect. Alas, she knows, that is not to be.