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// Chapter 4-Another Date 
// Story: My Cowboy I Met in Appleloosa 
// by Creativa-Artly01 
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Weeks go by and soon we return to Appleloosa and I go out on yet another date with my Cowboy. “So,” I say, “it’s been too long. Way tooooo long.” 

“Yeah,” he responds. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t make it up to Ponyville much, sadly.” 

“Yeah, and that’s a dang shame,” I respond with a chuckle as I nuzzle him on the cheek. “You should come by to visit more.” 

“I really should, I agree,” responds Cowboy with a sigh. We soon arrive at the general store and we sit down and share some milkshakes, both of us getting chocolate. We continue to talk for hours on end before watching the sunset and going our separate ways. I head to the train station and he heads back to his family home. On the ride back to Ponyville, I look at a picture of Cowboy and stroke it with my hoof. 

“I’m so glad you’re my world, my life, my boyfriend,” I sigh. “I hope someday we get to be more. Oh my Cowboy, when will you propose to me?” A few hours later, I get back to Ponyville and am greeted by Applejack and we head back to the Sweet Apple Acres farm. As we walk, we get to talking. 

“How’d the date go?” Inquires AJ. “Did y’all enjoy ya’selves?” 

“It went well and we had an absolute blast, I’m ready for us to be more though,” I respond with a heaving sigh, “I’m ready for him to propose already!” 

“Give it time, sugar cube,” AJ responds. “Give it time.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I say with a sigh. Soon we are back at Sugar Cube Corner and are greeted by Big Mack and Apple Bloom with great big hugs. We then all sit down around a small fire in the heart of the orchard and enjoy some fresh brewed apple cider as we listen to the fall breeze rustling through the leaves of the trees. We don’t turn in for the night until maybe midnight that night. Just talking everything from me and Cowboy to cider season and just everything in between. Needless to say, we have a blast. 

That night as I walk up to the spare bedroom in the farmhouse, I can’t help but think about my Cowboy. As a result, that night, he populates my dreams as do thoughts of our wedding, our engagement, and other future plans. I’m ready to marry him, oh so ready.