"No no no! You may be a good product hoaxer, but you ain't got a clue on how to applebuck!" Applejack sighed in extravagant annoyance, her assigned task being one that did not in the least please her. Her watchful green gaze was narrowed, the reflection radiating from her eyes showing a tan unicorn flailing his back legs desperately at an apple tree that stood its ground stubbornly, refusing to spare the assistant even one of its juicy, perfectly ripe apples. Applejack lifted an orange hoof to her forehead, groaning as she smacked it into her fur. "I keep tellin' ya, keep yer frame straight and kick the tree with both hooves in formation!" Flim, the stablehoof who she had gotten the task of supervising for the time being, gave an equally exasperated sigh and glared at his "Manager."
"What does it look like I'm trying to do?"
"I don't know, but the hay it is it ain't workin'!" Flim looked about to bite back a sharp remark as he continued struggling to do his job. Applejack bowed her head in annoyance and bit her tongue, thinking of all the work that she could have done while she was sitting here, getting burned in the hot sun and trying to teach the hopeless how to work a farm. For the princess's sake, It was downright unfair! Applejack glanced back up and saw that the same scene remained- the tree would not do what it was told. Applejack shook her head, finally standing up and walking to help Flim. As she neared the tree, she gave Flim a sharp glance, full of disapproval. She squared herself, her movements instinctive, and struck out with her hind-legs, hearing a satisfying crack as they collided with the tree. But, with a quick glance around, she saw that not a single apple had been given to the buckets neatly placed along the edges, ready to catch the fruit that wouldn't drop. Applejack looked up, seeing that there were indeed apples to be harvested. She gritted her teeth in annoyance as she struck the tree again, this time feeling the response of about 5 pounds of apples dislodging themselves from their branches and pummling the country mare. Applejack fell to the ground with a thunk, her head spinning dizzily as she closed her eyes and bit back a yell. First she woke up to some of her worst enemies asking for a job and a place to stay, wasting work time helping those that she didn't want or need to help, and now even her own trees turning against her. Applejack opened her eyes slowly and saw Flim giggling like a school girl. "I'll have you know this ain't the least bit funny."
"Oh come on... its just a little bit funny." Applejack quickly gathered her sprawled legs under her, picking herself up and pinning her ears against her head, looking straight at Flim with an ice cold glare. "Neither of us wants to be here right now. So you better get your dang self to that next tree before we both get in trouble." Flim only raised an eyebrow at the mares annoyance, but smiled and continued his work.
"Whatever you say boss." Flim proceeded to walk to the next tree in line, not bothering to take the buckets as his horn illuminated in a green aura and the apples were magically plucked off the tree in perfect sync, and then lowered themselves into the buckets from the previous attempt at harvesting. Applejack sighed and glared at him.
"Usin' magic in farmin? It just ain't natural-" Applejack broke off as she saw Flim trotting off to the next tree, pretending not to hear her.