Applejack Alone

by Masterweaver


We don't talk much, do we?

Ah mean side from that first day, I ain't been really tending to ya. And Ah'm sorry for that. Real friends don't just leave their friends alone fer long stretches of time.

But.... thing is, Ah don't know what ta talk about.

Ah mean, Ah'm no poet. If nothun' happens, nothun' needs doing, then Ah'm up a creek without a paddle. Rarity, now, she can prattle on with tha best of them, and Twilight's a fount of information on anythang. Not necessarily interestin' info, mind you. Lots of pointless details, lotta numbers.... And then there's Pinkie, gosh darn that crazy brain o' hers. Words come forth like a train moving five times too fast, and they get derailed just as often. And Rainbow....

Huh.

Ya know, Rainbow's only really got two or three topics she can just throw out there. Never really thought about it, but ifn she didn't have her ego and the wonderbolts, Ah think she'd be as quiet as me. Fluttershy, she's mighty quiet too. Well, quiet round ponies anyway. Ah've seen her hold conversations with all kindsa critters.

Me though? It's tha farm, mah friends, or nuthun'. And that's going ta be a problem, ain't it. Cause Ah gotta be tha talker round these parts.











Oh, no offense, Cocoa. Ah mean yer a great listener and all, but...

Let's be honest here. Ah'm really just here for the coconuts. And that ain't fair ta ya, given' somethen' fer nothun'. So Ah'm... tryin ta make yer life interesting? Ah dunno.







Do ya need anythang?




....Of course ya don't. Yer a palm tree. Grow in tha sand, right next to tha saltiest water ever. What what Ah thinken'.

Well....














If Ah figure out somethin' ta talk ta ya about, Ah'll swing by tomorrow. But, other then that.... Ah don't know.