Dear Applejack and Apple ponies that smell like oranges,
I was very much enjoying our adventure to the city, but now I’m trapped in this place where you left me. I know you wouldn’t forget me and since it smells like the orange smelling Apples it must be someplace you have entrusted me to guard. I want to prove your faith was not misplaced but time drags on. So I will write you these notes in whatever materials I can find in the hopes of preserving my sanity.
Love, Winona
Dear Applejack and Apple ponies that smell like oranges,
It has been a really long time since you left me here and I begin to worry that perhaps you have forgotten me. Maybe this place smells like the orange Apples because this is where you leave family members who did something bad until they do better. I don’t know what I did to make you angry but I am very sorry. Please come back soon.
Love, Winona
Dear Apple family,
I am growing desperate. So much time has passed since you left, and I have nothing to do but to carve out these letters to you. I’m so sorry for whatever I did. This place is so small compared to the outside. I want to go outside. Please come back soon. We can go outside together!
Love, Winona
Dear family,
Soooo booored. Can’t think. Mind numbing. Time has become an plague unto my very psyche. The seconds tick by slowly like the slow bucks of an apple tree. Buck… Buck… Buck… I fear my sanity has left me. The world has become a cold and strange place to me hear in my prison. There is room to run but there is nowhere for my mind to roam. Only these walls. Please come back. I promise I will do better. Just don’t make me stay here any longer.
Love, Winona
Dear family,
I am running out of things to use to write these letters. When they run out I am quite sure I will die. So I will leave you with these last messages.
Orange Apples. We only met briefly but I cannot help but say that I felt the same kinship with you that I do with the rest of the family. You may spritz yourself with oil and soaps with the smells of oranges, but deep underneath I can smell the true spirit of Apples. I wish I had gotten to know you better. I love you all the same
Applebloom, you are joy and I love you. I forgive you for the Cutie Mark Pet Beauticians episode. I know you will become a great strong pony. You were the best little sister a dog could ask for.
Granny Smith, I’ll miss our long afternoons sitting on the porch watching Applejack and Big Mac bring in the harvest. You in your rocker, me in my bed. Only the outside, and the sound of birdsong to keep us company. Your kind words and stories and the memory of your old experienced hooves on my head have given me much peace during my confinement. I will miss you after I’m gone.
Big Macintosh, you’re the best stallion I have ever met. Dependable, loyal, and kind. With more good sense in your head than most ponies have put together. I will never forget the days of our youth spent playing and bringing up Applejack and Applebloom.
Applejack… I wish I could spare you the pain my departure will bring. You have been the best friend a dog has ever had or ever will ever have. I can’t count the number of times you have taken time out of your day to stop and spend it with me. Herding cows, chasing bunnies, or just rolling around in the hayloft getting as messy as we could desire. I will never forget all the times you held me and comforted me when I was sick or hurt. Or the times when I did the same for you. I love you Applejack. Please don’t forget me after I’m gone.
With all my love, Winona
“Winona we’re back! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE FURNITURE?! We were only gone an hour!”