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// Reports 
// Story: Mystery on Sweet Apple Acres 
// by Scribble Worthwords 
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Applebloom hummed to herself noncholantly, scrubbing at a particulariy stubbon, greyish-brown stain; her small hooves moving in a mechanesque way. Any other day, her family would have been treated to a large amount of complaining and whining at her being asked to perform this simple chore, but today wasn't any other day, today was anything but! On this day, she, simple, little Applebloom had been selected. Out of all of them, she had been chosen to set the bar. Ah still can't believe it! she thought. ahm gonna give the first ever speech at the first ever meet of both the ponyville and manehattan branches of the crusaders!  she paused in her scrubbing, staring out of the window, envisaging herself in front of hundreds of foals of all kinds and colours, each one of them hanging, enraptured, on her every word. ah'll bet there'll be hundreds, or  maybe even  thousands of 'em (babs having mysteriously 'forgotten' to mention the actual numbers). She resumed her mundane task, lost in her dream. Y'know, she mused I might jus' get mah cutie mark in public speakin'!

Applejack and Big Mac stormed through the heavy wooden door, trotting in an annoyed but desponant fashion. Applebloom whirled around, jolted fom her reverie.
"well hey there, what took you so long?" she stopped, noticing the expression on their faces. "what's up?" Applejack paused for a moment, planning her sentence.
"well, you see sugarcube... I aint sure how to put this but... somethings happened, somethin bad."
"eeyup" big mac said, smiling reassuringly at his little sister.
"what is it?!" she waild, her little eyes beginning to fill with tears. "is it granny Smith? or maybe winona?! Ah knew it was to quiet! is it bad, has sh-" she was cut off by Applejack thrusting a hoof in her mouth.
"It ain't Winona. Or granny Smith. It's worse. the farm itself is the one in trouble... The Whole South field to be precise!" she detailed her findings to Applebloom, and after her tale was complete, Applebloom just stood looking at her, dumbstruck.
"The whole field? the trees, the apples... even the dirt?!"
"Eeyup"
"not even a trace of 'em?"
"No Applebloom, no trace...  Jus' these huge piles of dirt..."
"but... who'd do this? or what, and How?" 
"We don' rightly know"
"Nope" Big Mac shook his heavy head, his shaggy mane following the movement.
"well, if y' don' know, find out!"
"but how? there ain't nothin' to use! We'm jus' gonna have to get use to it..."
"Eeyup"
"But... But I..."
"Ah'm sorry, But theres nothin we can do... The trees are gone, so we gonna hafta work even Harder to make up for it!" Applebloom stood there for a few moments, trying to think of a way to somehow make the situation better, but her mind drew a blank. finally, she had to agree.
"Ah guess you're right" she said hoplessly. And with that, she wen't upstairs to bed, her eyes downcast the whole way.
AppleJack looked to her older brother for help, but he just shook his head, before he too went upstairs. She sighed, and sat down, her head in her hooves, trying to think of a plan to work around this catastrophe. After many hours, she gave up, and followed her siblings upstairs. As she plodded along the way to her room, a thought struck her: whatever did this was big, and powerful. But what was it? or who was it? how did they manage it? but the most important thing she could think was simple. What happens next?