A sharp metallic clang echoed across the yard as Dash scored a ringer, pumping her hooves in triumph. “Oh, yeah! The Dash is totally in the groove now!” she hollered. “What’s that bring the score to?”
Applejack consulted her list of tally marks in the dirt. “Three kisses an' two backrubs ta four kisses an' one cuddle.” Applejack looked up and grinned. “Too bad ya missed that last throw. You coulda traded five kisses fer a preenin’.” She winked.
Dash’s eyes went wide. “You never said I could trade for a preening! One more game! Anything! I can totally earn another kiss!” Dash pleaded.
Applejack put a hoof to her chin, considering. “Alright, sugarcube. I got one more contest idea.”
Rainbow Dash’s look of elation turned to confusion under the smug grin suddenly plastered on Applejack’s face. “W-what did you have in mind?”
“You’ll see. First we’re gonna need a judge, though.” Applejack turned and motioned for Dash to follow her as she trotted toward the front gate of Sweet Apple Acres. “Come on, I think Fluttershy’s the best choice fer such a cute idea.”
Dash gulped. She had an ominous feeling about the word cute.