Applejack slammed her mug of spiked apple cider down on the table and then used her other front leg to wipe the foamy beard off of her mouth. "I hate yeller ponies! There ain't a day that goes by when I don't hate em!"
Big Macintosh said, "E-yup!" and pushed the board game closer to Applejack so that she could play.
"Why in Equestria do ya keep givin' me the yeller pieces? I don't want to play on the yeller side!" Applejack became upset and shoved the board game off of the table. The game board fell off of the table and the pieces scattered everywhere on the floor. "I don't even want to see yeller pieces at all, even if they ain't on my side, cause I wouldn't like losin' to the yeller side."
Big Macintosh rolled his eyes and said, "E-yup."
Applejack began to rant on and on about just how much she can't stand ponies with a yellow coat.
Big Macintosh put his elbow on the table and sighed. He leaned his head against his hoof. He wasn't racist, but he would end up agreeing with everything his sister said because if there was a disagreement, Applejack would lash out at him and she would argue incessantly until he finally agreed with her. He also knew that when she drank, she would become more angry and racist. Big Macintosh's body began to twitch and his head was sliding down his hoof as he closed his eyes. He was so very tired from hearing all of this and it was very boring to him. He was having a hard time staying awake after all of the farm work he did.
"So, ya agree with me that yeller ponies are no good?" Applejack asked in a louder tone of voice.
Big Macintosh jolted up because he was half asleep. He shook his head yes and said, "E-yup."
"I guess I'd better get back to the bar," the orange mare said. Applejack pushed her chair back and rose up from her seat. She was a bit drunk, but she was certainly not stumbling around the place as she made her way to the bar. Applejack grabbed a tall glass and began to wash it. As she was drying the glass with a cloth, the door opened.
In stepped a little yellow mare and approached the counter shyly.
Applejack almost dropped the glass in shock.
The little yellow mare trotted nervously up to the counter. "Um, excuse me. I would like to have a root beer soda float please. I mean, if that wouldn't be too much trouble." The yellow mare nervously placed the two bits on the counter to pay for her drink.
Applejack put the glass down and looked down at the timid pony with much intensity in her eyes. "Yer yeller!" she said.
The yellow pony looked down at the floor and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Is that a problem?"
"Yea, it is actually. I hate yeller ponies and I don't serve or want yer kind round here," Applejack said.
The yellow mare was stunned at her confession. She looked up at Applejack with tears in her eyes and said, "I-I-I'm so sorry for being born with a yellow coat." She then sped out of the door crying.
Applejack looked down at the table and scooped the two bits up with her hoof that the yellow pony had forgotten to take back. She opened up the cash register and put the bits in. There was not a bit of sorrow or remorse in her heart for what she had just said to the innocent little yellow pony.
The yellow mare continued to run away from the bar. She knew that she could have this bar shut down right away and file law suits, but she wasn't that type of pony who would ever do something like that, because she was so very sweet and kind hearted.