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// Mom is home and Willing to Help 
// Story: The Day I woke up as Applejack 
// by butterfield pancake 
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Chapter 3

My sister and her daughter wait a few more hours until my mother comes through the front door.

When she does arrive, my niece jumps up and down, still not understanding that the pony in the room with her is actually her Uncle Andrew. The young girl forces my mother into the living room where my sister Leanna and I are having a cup of tea.

I refuse to drink coffee, because of the bitter taste and an incident that once left my tongue numb for days, so I have a cup of tea everyday instead. Fortune must have been kind to me since my mother watches the international news everyday and she has known for a while that I'm a brony so she was prepared for the chance, however remote, that I might turn into a pony.

Although my niece still yells out "Pony real, Pony real." And she pulls on my tail once again which still feels mighty odd, and I shout; "Kassie, ah told ya to stop pulling on mah tail!"

My mother interrupted the pint sized power struggle, suggesting that we should have dinner first before we talk about the trip I will need to take to New York City.

As for dinner, my mother cooked my sister and her Daughter Chicken stew with white rice. With my new nose the cooked chicken unsurprisingly smells horrible. Burned rubber with spices. As for my own dinner, she made me a plate of fresh veggies from my grandmother's garden and a fresh fruit salad. I’m sure she didn’t mind the simplicity of my new diet.

I take one bite of my granny's veggies and they taste like nothing I've ever tasted before. It was as if I had died and gone to pony heaven. I chuckle and look up to my mom; "This is mighty tasty Ma, thank ya an’ god bless Granny for her garden."

However, before I can get to the fruit salad, my niece pushed the bowl off the table and landing it squarely on top of Marcus' head. He ran around oblivious to the large green bowl on his head, as well as the trail of fruit chunks he left behind.

My mother reached out a moment too late to save the brightly colored edibles, and cursed when the inevitable mess became worse thanks to my dog’s unknowing help. "Kassie! Dang it...” She did her best to grab the largest bits so that they wouldn’t fall underfoot or underhoof. “Leanna, I mean Andrew, we need to talk about this. I know you will need to go to New York City to meet Lauren Faust in order to get this figured out. I will even pay for the airplane ticket,  just remember to be on your best manners and remember to wear fresh... well, a fresh hat, okay?"

I begin to blush from embarrassment. My mother always had a habit of mixing up everybody's names and mothering me so this isn’t a big surprise. With the name part she’s called me my dog’s name before and once she even her own name which was kinda weird.

My mother suggests that I go to bed for the night, and I trot up the stairs to my bed, yawning sleepily. "Night Y'all." I holler back down the stairs.

Once I get to my room I reposition all my stuffed toys on my bed. There is a mix of MLP custom plush dolls, pokemon stuffed toys and even a large doll of Kirby. Looking out my window, I wonder if anyone I know personally have become ponies as well.

I look over to my Applejack plushie with a chuckle. "I reckon we’re just about the same now, partner."

Pretty soon I’ve fallen asleep, still looking out the window.


The next morning I wake up and make my way down the stairs, though the quiet house. On the kitchen table is a note which I have to climb onto a chair to read.

"Andrew, I will be picking up your plane ticket after I finish my errands. Enjoy your lunch, I made you a meat free dish. It’s inside the microwave, all you need to do is heat it up for 3 minutes. Love Mom.”

I heat up the meal she made for me, with a little difficulty, and once it is done I find out its one of those “fake meat” dishes.
It was one of my older sister's meatless chicken nuggets. Despite not liking them before, I eat it with Gusto. It tastes a heck of alot better than it did when I was human.

After eating, I really don’t know what else to do. I sit around bored until I decide that there is really nothing to do in the house so why not go outside?

Out back we happen to have a large apple tree, and although normally I would be more likely to climb it, I can’t help but wonder if I could buck the apples out like in the show. I only have three buckets but I manage to arrange them under the tree in a triangle before kicking the heck out of the tree.

After a few practice kicks, I manage to get a good solid hit on the trunk, shaking the tree with enough force to whip the branches around. Although the tree is pretty large, I only get about a bucket worth of apples, spread out around the tree. One made it into the bucket though. I would say I had gained the strength behind apple bucking, practice would be a different challenge, if I was around apple trees often enough to need that skill.

As I gather up the apples by their stems, I hear the flap of a bird’s wings, and I turn just in time to get a face full of crow. Apparently I had managed to destroy the bird’s nest in the process of gathering the bucket of apples, and was pretty angry at me.

After grabbing the bucket in my teeth, I manage to sprint into the house and kick the door shut, gaining an angry squawk and several pecks to the flank along the way. Pretty soon the crow leaves and I slump to the floor next to my bucket.

After the whole crow and apple incident, I look around the kitchen and ponder what to pack for the trip. Seeing as I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for, I decide to pack granola bars and those fruit bar things that have at least a full serving of fruit and veggies in them.

After packing the snacks for the trip, I trot up the stairs to the washroom with a pretty good idea of what to pack next. I collect my toothbrush and toothpaste first, after all I have to keep my new teeth nice and shiny. I wonder if my nighttime medicine would have the same effect on this new body or if it would have some unknown side effects. Eventually I decide it might be a bad idea to try any medicine.

Trotting to my room I look over my dresser. Seeing as I am now a pony I probably won’t need my underpants or socks, or any clothing for that matter. For money, I decide to pack my wallet since I can probably still use my debit card. I decide to pack some of MLP plush dolls as well, to bring a bit of my home with me. I pack the mane 6 as well as a plush of Lyra even though she isn’t one of the main cast.

Trying to think of what else I can pack, I remember that I will need water for the trip since I can't lift up a glass or reach a fountain. So I trot to the garage where my mother keeps all the plastic bottles of water and I put 6 bottles in my pack just in case I can’t find anything else to drink.

Suddenly a sharp crack and spray of glass fall over me, a golf ball rolling across the garage and bouncing off the wall to come to a rest next to a tool chest. I don’t want to move at first since I am surrounded by broken glass, but eventually I shuffle over to the door, shaking the glass off of myself and dragging the pack back into the house with me.

Living within spitting distance of hole 16 has it’s downsides. Usually all we suffer is a dent in the side of the house, or a clogged drainpipe, this is only the second time we’ve had a broken window and certainly the first while I am nearby.

Looks like I have to wait for mom to get home and clean the glass of my pack, so for now I take a rest on the couch, the apple bucking having tired me out more than I thought.