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// On the Farm 
// Story: When Worlds Collide... 
// by Dreadnought 
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Applejack stood at the hot stove making pancakes.  She flipped the one in the pan over to reveal a perfect golden-brown color.  Satisfied, she moved it to a plate with a dozen pancakes staked high.  Applejack turned to examine the table... plates... silverware... butter... apple and pear syrup... a pitcher of freshly-squeezed apple juice... Apple Bloom and Granny Smith –

“Where’s Big Mac?” she muttered under her breath.

“Probably sleepin’ in,” replied Granny Smith.  “He did have a late night.”

“Yeah, the train from Canterlot doesn’t get back until eleven o’clock,” added Apple Bloom.

“Well, we’ve got a lot work to do today,” said Applejack.  “Apple Bloom, go tell Big Mac if he wants any breakfast he needs to come down and join us.”

Apple Bloom ran from the table and sprinted up the stairs.  She raced down the hall to her brother’s room.  “Big Mac!  Applejack says....”  Her voice trailed off as she saw an empty bed.  “Where could he be?”