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// Ep. 37 - Big Bad Broom 
// Story: Little Bear's Adventures in Equestria 
// by CAPTAIN YOSHI HD 
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Little Bear and Applejack were outside on the fields of Sweet Apple Acres with the wind blowing on them. The bear sighed, feeling the breeze. "Feel the wind, Applejack.", he said, spinning in a circle. "Weeeee!"

Applejack chuckled. "I feel it.", she said.

Little Bear stopped to ask Applejack a question. "Should we make a kite?", he asked.

"I can't today, Little Bear.", Applejack said. "I have to clean out the shed. It's been messy since me, Apple Bloom, Big Macintosh were doing yard work."

Little Bear smiled. "Alright, I'll help.", he said, walking toward the shed with the farmer.

"I'd appreciate that, Sugarcube.", Applejack said. She opened the door to see rope, tools, jars, nuts, bolts scattered on the floor.

"What a mess.", Little Bear said.

"It is, isn't it?", Applejack asked.

"I'll do the sweeping.", Little Bear said, running over to a broom near shelves and swept. He swept in different directions, causing dust to get into Applejack's face. 

The farmer sniffed it and sneezed. "It's very dusty in here.", she said.

"You're telling me.", Little Bear said.

"How about we straighten things up first before the sweeping.", Applejack said.

"Yeah, I don't want to sweep up something by accident and then it gets lost in the cracks.", Little Bear said, setting the broom down. The broom leaned over and hit Little Bear in the head. He grabbed it before it could fall to the ground. "Sorry, broom. You'll have to wait your turn." He spotted nuts and bolts on the ground near Applejack's hooves. "I remember these things. These are nuts and bolts."

"Looks like a bear knows something before I can tell them what they are.", Applejack said.

"My Grandfather Bear keeps bolts in a jar and nuts in another.", Little Bear said. "I mean, he used to, until I showed him that he doesn't have to put them in jars, but in buckets. Otherwise, he'll get this claw stuck."

"That is a great point.", Applejack said. "I can't even pick them up with my hooves." She reached a hoof to a bolt and tried to pick it up with her hoof, but it wasn't working. "See what I mean?"

Little Bear turned and spotted hay in a corner. "Hay.", he said, jumping into it.

"I've been thinking that I should move it back to the barn.", Applejack said. He sat her tushy into it. "But, Whenever I need a break, I always come here for a nap." She lays her head down behind her hooves and closes her eyes. "Ain't nothing like a good pile of hay in a shed."

Little Bear did the same. "So, what else do we need to do?", he asked.

"Well, we need to but away the tools... and... stack the... buckets...", she started, before she could finish, she let the hay put her in a deep sleep. She snored like her dog, Winona.

Little Bear smiled warmly, placing his claw on her belly. "You take a nap, Applejack, and I'll clean up. Ok?", he said, patting her on the gut, like she was a cute sleepy filly like Apple Bloom. Though, she didn't snore really loud as much.

Little Bear walked over to the nuts and bolts. "Hmm. What should I do with these things?", he asked himself.

The bristles on the broom flattened, the handle tilted forward and fell to the ground. "Hey.", Little Bear said. "Broom, I told you to wait. I don't have time for games." He picked the broom up and placed it on a wall. "Now, you stay right there."

He sat down near the nuts and bolts. "I'll pick them up.", he said. He placed each nut and bolt in their separate jars. The broom leaned forward and fell to the ground, knocking the jars down and spilling the nuts and bolts. 

Luckily, Applejack didn't hear anything.

"Broom.", Little Bear said, accusingly. "If you're not going to behave, you'll need to stay outside." He placed him on the area where it holds the door. He shut the door. "That should do it." He found the rope in front of his feet. "I should wind this up." He picked up the rope and started coiling it.

The wind outside the shed blew. It caused the broom to fall over and opening the door. It scared Little Bear. He stepped on an end of the rope and he fell on the shelves. Flower pots fell and broke to pieces. Except for one, it was resting on Little Bear's head. He was lucky that Applejack didn't hear, otherwise she would freak out. He removed it and glared at the rope. "You again.", he said. He walked over and picked up the broom. "Look at the mess you made, Broom." He placed the broom on a shelf. "You stay up there, so I can keep an eye on you."

He looked at the broken pieces of flower pots. He picked one up. "How am I going to clean up now?" The broom rolled off the shelf and hit Little Bear in the head. He was starting to get mad. "That's it, you're going out to the garden." He was about to pick up the broom, but he saw a dust pan. "Hmm. The dust pan. Interesting. You were trying to help, aren't you, Broom?" Then, he picked him up. "Maybe, you can help."

He grabbed the dust pan, swept the broken pot in it and dumped it in a barrel. "Thanks.", he said. "Now, want to help me with the nuts and bolts?" 

He walked over to the nuts and bolts and swept them into the dust pan. "Good job." He set the broom down on a wall and picked up the dust pan. The nuts and bolts were mixed up together. "How am I going to organize them in their jars. The broom fell and pointed at buckets. "Good idea, Broom." He grabbed the buckets and placed the nuts and bolts in them. Then, he placed the buckets on the shelves. 

He looked at the rope, it still needed to be coiled. "We still need to coil up this rope. And I think I have an idea." He grabbed the rope and wrapped it around the bristles. "Now, hold still." He turned the broom round and round to coil up the rope. By then, it was coiled. Little Bear removed the rope and placed it on a hook. He also placed wooden planks in a barrel.

All he needed to do was the sweeping. "I wonder who can help me with the sweeping.", he thought. He looked at the rope and chuckled. "I thought so." He swept from place to place in the room. After that, the whole room was completely spotless. "Thanks for the honors, Broom."

The dust went into Applejack's face and she woke with a sneeze.

"Oops.", Little Bear said. 

"Whew, that was a strange dream.", Applejack said, getting off the hay. "I dreamed that my farm was a magical wonderland, and-" Her sentence was cut off short when she saw the spotless room. "Oh... my... goodness. You cleaned the place up."

"I placed the nuts and bolts in buckets instead of jars.", Little Bear said.

"Huh. Why didn't I think of that?", Applejack thought. "Did you do this all by yourself?"

"Well, not just by myself, I had some help by my broom.", Little Bear said.

Applejack asked. "Looks like you and your broom had fun together.", she said. "Thanks for cleaning this up for me, Little Bear. I owe you. And I got say, you must be sweatin' from all that hard work. What do you say we and the others go to the spa?"

"Sounds nice.", Little Bear said. "I do need a massage."

Applejack galloped out the door. "Come on.", she said.

Before Little Bear left the shed, he placed the broom on the hay. "There you go, Broom.", he said. "Now you can rest."