The Mystery of Applejack's Parents

by Musical_theatre_demon


5.

When Bright Mac returned to the Apple Farm, Granny Smith rose an eyebrow.

"You've been away for quite some time, Bright Mac. Care to explain yourself?"


Bright Mac gulped. He did not want to lie, but knew he had to. Not being able to lie, everything just spilled out of Bright Mac's mouth. "I was spending a romantic day with Pear Butter," he said guiltily. "I know you said to stay away from this mare, but she is my life and happiness. I just can't be without her."

"You, Bright Mac, are forbidden to go over to the Pear Farm. From this day on, I will keep a close watch on you at all times. If I see you over there with Pear Butter, you'll be in big trouble, you understand?" Granny Smith said.

Bright Mac sighed. "Yes, ma'am," he said and went into his room.

* * *

Bright Mac grabbed a pen and a piece of paper that was sitting on his desk. His bedroom desk seemed to have tons of stationery despite living on a farm. He even had loads on envelopes, but no way to send them. He sighed, laying his head on the desk in utter hopelessness. How was he going to communicate with Pear Butter now? How was he going to tell her that he couldn't be there tonight? He sighed again, feeling defeated.

Bright Mac lifted his head up, a shard of hope flowing through him. Although small, at least it was something. It faded and then kept coming back, something Bright Mac couldn't shake. But he tried to understand. He tried to make an effort to find a way to send letters to Pear Butter without getting in trouble. A filly was playing outside across from the farm land. Bright Mac, forced to be stuck inside, tapped on the window, trying to get the filly's attention. But it was no use. No wonder she couldn't hear him.

Bright Mac exited his room. "I'm going out," he said.

"Where?" Granny Smith said, her hooves crossed. "It better not be anyway with that Pear Butter mare."

"Relax, Mom," he replied. "I'm going out to Ponyville. More like across from the farm land."

Granny Smith softened. "I can approve of that. Have fun."

So off Bright Mac went to find the playing filly.

* * *

Approaching the playing filly, Bright Mac asked, "Hello there. Could you help me with something?"

The filly stopped jumping around and looked up at Bright Mac, his big smile inviting her in and making her feel comfortable about him. "Hi, sir. What's your name?" the filly asked.

Bright Mac smiled. "My name is Bright Mac, young filly," he replied. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. My name is Tornado Wind," she said. "My friends say I'm the best flier they've ever seen!"

Bright Mac smiled. "They do, don't they?" he asked, hope lighting up more than ever for him.

She looked up at him. "What do you need my help with?" she asked.

"You see, I have this secret girlfriend that I ain't allowed to sneak out and see her anymore. I'm trying to send her these letters, and I need somepony's help. I couldn't help but watch you playing from across the farm and knew you could help me," Bright Mac said. "That is, If you want to."

The filly smiled. "Of course I'll help you, kind sir! Where does she live?"

Bright Mac drew up a map and handed it to the filly. The filly looked at it, nodding in understanding. She looked up once again after studying the map.

"Do you have this letter written yet?" she asked.

"Not necessarily. I got sidetracked seeing you out the window from afar," Bright Mac said in total honesty.

"That's OK," Tornado Wind said with a smile. "Just let me know when you're finished! I'm a great flier, so you can count on me, Mr. Bright Mac!"

Bright Mac smiled, a warm feeling filling him from head to hoof. He returned home and wrote that letter. After finishing that letter, he once again gathered everything and told Granny he was headed out. Little did she know that he was meeting with a filly who he assigned a top-secret mission.