Three fresh apples fell into a basket, landing atop the hill of apples already forming within. Applejack's hooves recoiled from the impact with the tree and landed gracefully on the ground as more apples fell, landing in the basket. She removed her hat briefly and wiped off beads of sweat from her brow, staring at the hot sun. She took in a deep breath of the fresh fall air and made her way to the next tree with the basket in mouth.
Rinse and repeat.
The day rolled on, each passing hour the baskets of apples piling up on each other next to the barn. Applejack tired quickly in the sun, taking regular breaks to rejuvenate her strength.
"Where is Big Macintosh?" muttered Applejack as she rested underneath the shade of a tree. "He should be here helping."
As if by some author's willed coincidence, Big Macintosh appeared in the distance. Applejack sprung to her hooves and trotted over to meet him halfway, bursting with exigence. She picked out a few choice words for him.
"Big Macintosh where have you been!" she yelled, closing in on him.
"Applejack," he said, "I have something to tell you."
"Ah have been working on the farm ALL DAY!"
"Listen Applejack-"
"You know I can't handle these trees all by myself, you said it yourself not too long ago!"
"Applejack I love you."
"Love you too big brother, but that doesn't change the fact that I need your help here on the farm."
"No, I love you Applejack." Big Macintosh pulled a rose out of his saddlebag and put on a smile.
"Uhhhhh," Applejack backed away hesitantly.
"I know we're related and this is sudden, but I wrote you this poem."
Applejack did not know how to deal with the situation, she simply stood, frozen in shock.
"Here goes," said Big Macintosh.
Applejack's eyes refused to blink, afraid that when they opened he'd still be there, and that she'd have to accept it was reality.
Big Macintosh read off of the paper.
"My love for you burns like a thousand apples
I know you're my sister, and we're both Apples
But I cannot contain my love like I cannot not eat apples.
I love you as much as I love apples."
Applejack stumbled around, unable to comprehend reality anymore. Then, she shook her head, understanding what was going on.
"You're literate?!" she yelled.
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"So this will be your cell," said Nurse Redheart, "And you'll be staying in solitary confinement forever!"
Big Mac walked into the cell.
"Sorry about the whole disowning thing, too," said Redheart, "But you're a creepy, incestuous freak."
She closed the door.