//------------------------------// // Even Fuller // Story: Appledashery Vol. Two // by Just Essay //------------------------------// The very next morning... "You're doin' fine, Stu!" Applejack paused to say before kicking at a line of trees once more. "Httt!" Apples fell, punctuating her speech. "Dun be ashamed if it takes two or three bucks to do it! Just keep aimin' high and applyin' the force that I toldja to!" "Got it! Htttt!" Stu Leaves kicked a tree and filled a basket beside him. "Hah! I got them all this time! See?" "No time for showin' off!" Applejack carried a basket to the cart. "You wanted to help me so help me." "Boy... I'm sure glad I ran into you outside the market an hour ago!" Stu Leaves smiled as he rushed to another tree and placed a basket under it. "It's like I said! You can call on me anytime to help you! Except for when I'm delivering the mail... or... erm... kicking clouds..." He winced slightly. "Sooooooo I guess it's not exactly 'anytime,' but 'most of the time.' But my 'most of the time' is more frequent and available than most ponies 'most of the time,' so I guess that's pretty close to 'anytime,' at least by Ponyvillean standards, so—" "Will ya just kick the dag-blame'd apple trees?!" Applejack hollered. "Dayum!" "Ahem! Right!" Stu swiveled and swatted the nearest trunk with his rear hooves. "Kicking!" Apples fell. Applejack returned to the orchards. She caught his flailing figure in her peripheral. She shook her head with a casual, sweaty smirk.