Applejack was still running when she reappeared, and her eyes widened when she saw only blue sky ahead of her. She quickly brought her fast-moving legs to a halt, skidding forward right towards the edge of a cliff.
She yelped as her forehooves slid over the side of the cliff just as she brought herself to a stop. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she cried out as she flailed her forelegs backwards to keep her momentum from carrying her forward and over the edge. The sight of the tiny evergreen trees at the far off bottom struck terror into her heart.
Soon, she was able to bring her forehooves back onto solid ground, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned and saw that the now familiar basketball sized machine was sitting on the edge of the cliff to her right. Applejack leaned over and calmly picked it up with her mouth, holding it by the handle-like part on top. She then slowly backed away from the edge of the cliff.
After taking a few steps, she noticed from the sound her hooves were making that the ground suddenly became much harder. She took a glance down and saw that she was now standing on a black road that seemed similar to the paved streets in Manehatten.
Applejack’s thoughts were interrupted when a loud horn sounded to her right. She turned quickly and saw a huge vehicle hauling a trailer with a load of logs barreling straight towards her.
With only seconds to react, Applejack quickly pivoted on her hind legs, rearing up and hopping backwards to get out of the truck’s path, all while still holding the device in her mouth.
Applejack winced as the side of the vehicle ran by her. Part of it actually made contact with her belly, and it sheared a bit of her orange fur off. A bit of that fur floated upwards, and then gently landed on Applejack’s nose.
Applejack bit hard on the makeshift handle as she felt the tickle on her nose. After about two seconds, Applejack let out a muffled sneeze that was just strong enough to cause her too loose her balance in her two-legged stance. She immediately stumbled backwards, unable to fall forward as the added weight of the device prevented her from changing her backwards direction. After three more steps, Applejack fell backwards and off the side of the cliff.
Applejack finally let go of the device to let out a scream, her hat floating off as well as she fell from the frighteningly high cliff.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Applejack shouted as a thought came to her, and she quickly jabbed her hoof at the device’s red button. In a flash, she, the device, and her hat were gone.