Connor
Connor finally thumped down the stairs and into the bottom floor with a loud yawn escaping his mouth. It was late morning with only a few ponies still hanging around lost in chat with friends or trying to drag out the final moments before going to work. The few ponies left on the floor and quiet chit chat created only a very low hum of background noise. Connor would have preferred absolute silence that morning, but it would suffice.
More noise from outside drifted in as he took a seat at one of the many empty stools at the bar and let out another yawn. The bar tender walked over with a content smile on his face, glad that the morning stampede for breakfast was finally over.
“What can I do for you, today?” the bar tender asked with a skip in his southern drawl.
“Breakfast,” Connor muttered out.
The bar tender nodded, “Comin’ right up.” He trotted off to a kitchen somewhere in the building leaving Connor to sit there while he slowly woke up. He propped his elbows on the counter top and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he grumbled to himself.
“Stupid, stupid, snoring, stupid, stupid…”
Saying Rainbow could snore loud enough to wake the dead was an understatement. She probably could have woken the dead here in this town, the dead all the way back in Ponyville, and the dead all the way back from his world. He mumbled some more unintelligible words to himself as he waited for the bar tender to return with his food. The bar tender pony quickly returned with a plate of food balanced on his back and set the plate down in front of Connor.
“Here you are! A full breakfast dish complete with eggs, hay bacon, hash browns, and two buttermilk biscuits on the side. Would you like anything to drink?” he set a fork down beside the plate of food.
“Water,” Connor spoke a little bit louder than before now that the scent of fresh food wafted to his nose and started making his mouth water.
The pony pulled a glass out from underneath the counter and a pitcher of water. He poured the glass and slid it next to the plate. Connor grunted a thanks as he picked up his fork and dug into his eggs.
When he filled his mouth the first mouthful, Connor literally shuddered at how delicious it tasted. The eggs were warm, fluffy, moist, and felt like heaven inside his mouth. Connor melted in his seat and rested his head on the counter as he slowly shoveled more of the amazing food into his mouth like a lazy dog trying to eat from his bowl. The bar tender just chuckled to himself and walked away leaving Connor to enjoy the meal.
Connor only got through about half of his eggs when a new voice appeared.
“Hey Connor!”
Connor lazily glanced up from his position on the table and around his plate to see Rainbow Dash sitting next to him. She wore her usual confident smirk and energetic spark in her eyes this morning as she lazily leaned back against the bar counter. Part of Connor’s mind wondered about the absent effects from last night’s outing, but the food he was eating was just sooo good right now…
“How are you doing today?”
Connor just moaned as he stuck the strips of crispy (and surprisingly greasy) hay bacon in his mouth and munched down on them.
“Wow, you are really into that food, aren’t you?” when she got no response from Connor, she continued, “Well I’m doing great right now! I feel ready to bust out a few stunting sessions before flying in that competition and kicking some butt!”
Connor was still biting down on his bacon as Rainbow continued to talk. “Last night was pretty awesome! I never knew you could be such a party pony. Or was that somepony else? I can't really remember right now. Hey, are you even listening to me right now?”
"Yeah, I'm listening!” Connor half mumbled as he started on his hash browns.
“Kinda, sort of..."
“Sheesh, somepony can't hold his drink. But It looks like Fluttershy had fun last night too if she is still in bed right now! Usually, she would be up a lot earlier than now. Well, she seemed fine when I left our room, though I made sure to let Twilight know about Fluttershy before I left.”
The two paused in their one-sided conversation to stare at one another and comprehended exactly what Rainbow Dash just said.
~~~
“Rainbow Dash, I’m going to kill you when you get back!!”
Twilight gritted her teeth in anger and wanting to yell at her Pegasus friend for dumping this on her, but she shuddered and looked away as another wave of retching noises came from Fluttershy hanging off the side of the bed.
“Eeeeewwwwwwwwww…!” Twilight groaned as she heard liquids hitting a wooden bucket. She managed enough restraint to not mutter out “Gross…” as she used her magic to keep Fluttershy’s mane out of harm’s way. She heard a whimpering noise come from Fluttershy and she took that as a sign that she needed a change.
“Pinkie Pie!” Twilight yelled out into the hallway, “Could you bring me another bucket please?! And bring some towels too!”
~~~
The two averted their eyes quickly.
“Yeah, we should probably leave soon…” Rainbow rubbed the back of her head nervously.
Connor nodded as he swallowed his third bite of hash browns, “So what do you think we should do?”
Rainbow sat in her seat thinking for a bit before a light bulb went off. “I know! How ‘bout we go check out the playing fields for the tournament tomorrow!”
“And do you know where they are?” Connor asked.
“Well, no,” Rainbow admitted, “But it shouldn’t be that hard to find. Wait right here! I’ll be right back!”
Rainbow flew out the door of the Inn and out of sight leaving Connor to stare doubtfully out after her. After last night’s mistakes, doubt crept into his mind like tendrils and began warping his confidence of those around him. The bar tender pony was just passing by behind the counter and Connor reached out to stop him.
“Excuse me, I was hoping you could give me some directions,” the bar tender stopped and listened, “I was wondering if you knew where the fields are that will be holding the tournaments tomorrow?”
“Oh, that?” he leaned one arm on the counter, “That place is just over there to the southwest; about a fifteen minute jog from here.” He pointed in a direction somewhere behind him and to his right. “It’s not that far from here and shouldn’t be too long for a Pegasus such as yourself.” He grinned at Connor and he returned the humor with a chuckle.
“Thank you.” Connor finished off the last biscuit in his hoof and downed his water while the bar tender waited for him still leaning on the counter. Once his meal was finished, Connor reached back for his bit pouch but found his wings to be empty. He patted himself down a couple of times looking for the money before giving up and letting out a sigh.
“Don’t worry about paying for the meal right now; you can do it later today when you come back. Besides, you looked like you needed a break after how you dragged those two mares back last night,” he chuckled again.
Connor wanted to throw his arms in the air and yell “Thank you!!”, but he restrained himself to simply touching his temple with his hoof and tipping his head in a nod. He finished the last few drops of water in his glass and set down on the plate for the pony to take, then got up to leave to find Rainbow Dash. It just so happened that Rainbow was about to do the same thing with him as they met each other at the door.
“Ah, there you are! Come on, the fields are this way!”
Connor held his tongue from questioning Rainbow Dash and simply nodded as they took to the skies. If Rainbow Dash started flying the wrong way, then he would speak up and point them the direction the pony behind the bar had told him. To Connor’s relief, Rainbow Dash started heading towards the direction the bar tender had pointed out earlier.
The flight had them heading towards a section of land that was littered with tall canyon walls, large flat top mountains, and boulders of every size on the ground. As they flew closer, they landed on the first flat top mountain and walked the rest of the way to the edge. Connor mouth fell open in awe as his eyes fell upon the spectacular sight.
The mountains had created several tall pockets of open space like bowls. Each bowl was sprinkled with rock columns of all shapes and sizes with valleys leading out into a spider web network of canyons. It didn’t have one set path through the dusty red and brown rocks of the area, but a plethora of routes that twisted and snaked its way around the jagged rocks and abrasive canyon faces of the fish bowls. The whole field felt like it was teeming with endless possibilities of excitement, risky maneuvers, and opportunities to overtake one’s opponent
As the warm sun beat down on him, his fur bristled as chills ran through Connor’s limbs while he stood at the edge of the windy canyons listening to the empty stillness; it was the quiet before the storm of tournament fighting and competition.
The summer air brushed past his face and over his body as the scent of dry dust and dirt filled his nose. Not a single hint of moisture hung in the air with clear skies all around, making the wind feel light and wispy and easy to maneuver around in. it was the right conditions to create the perfect day for fun.
“And a perfect day for a ride,” Connor grinned to himself.
“Hey Connor, did you hear me?”
“Huh?” Connor looked away from the great view to refocus on Rainbow Dash who had apparently been talking to him while he was lost in the spectacle.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. What were you saying?”
Rainbow sighed, “I asked if you were looking at how you were going to fly in this field for tomorrow’s tournament?”
He took a second to register what she said before shaking his head and giving a sheepish smile. “Uh, no; I was a little bit distracted by the view.”
She groaned, “Connor, I know it’s a great view and all, but we need to focus! How are we supposed to win if you don’t pay attention to things like this? What if we were competing today and you had no idea what you were doing? I would hate to see us lo-”
“’CUSE ME!!”
Connor and Rainbow Dash both looked around for the voice shouting at them. A green Pegasus with a red apple for a cutie mark flew down and landed a few feet away with a scowl on his face and the brim of his hat pulled low to shield his eyes from the sun. His hazel eyes analyzed the two standing before him as if he was figuring out how to tell them off.
“May I ask what you two are doin’ here?” he asked in his young southern drawl.
“Just sight se-”
“We’re checking out the fields for tomorrow’s tournament! We’re hoping to get a head start on everypony else so we have the best possible chance at winning!” Rainbow interrupted Connor as she puffed out her chest.
“Is that so?” the green pony’s scowl morphed into a cocky grin as he pushed his cowboy hat up a bit to get a better view of them, “Well then, y’all can just move along and wait like everypony else until tomorrow. We can’t allow other ponies’ havin’ an unfair advantage over others, now can we?”
“Yeah, yeah…” Rainbow waved off nonchalantly.
Rainbow and Connor turned like they were about to leave, but the green Pegasus called them back before they even took a single step.
“Hang on a sec; you said you’d be competin’ in tomorrow’s competition, right?”
Rainbow beamed, “That’s right. We plan on winning the whole thing and showing that I am the best flier around! And maybe even get another time to hang out with the Wonderbolts!” Rainbow fluttered as she saw her dream become a reality.
“Well ain’t that precious,” the green pony said with a smug tone, “I plan on competin’ myself in tomorrow’s little tournament. If we’re lucky, we just might see each other on the field tomorrow.”
Rainbow dash laughed, “Lucky? You would be lucky to not go up against me tomorrow! By the way, you never told us your name.”
“The name’s Sour Patch,” he gave a wink and tipped his hat while putting on his winning smile, “And what’s your name, little miss pretty?”
“Uuuh, m-my name’s Rainbow Dash!” Rainbow took a second to recollect herself, “Nice meeting you; and this here is Connor!” she waved a hoof at Connor who gave a half wave in return.
“Howdy,” he greeted with an enigmatic smile.
“How-dee??” Sour Patch smeared in disgust, “Wow, that almost sounded like you were tryin’ to act country there for a second. Did you spend more time practicing that in the mirror back home, or is your acting about the same as your flying?”
“What do you mean by that?” rainbow dash asked pensively.
“I’m saying his flying skills are about the same as his acting skills; terrible.” Sour Patch sneered.
Connor’s smile quickly turned into a scowl of disinterest and annoyance as Sour Patch started berating him. While he was ready to leave, Rainbow Dash took far more offense to his distasteful comments.
“Hey, Just who do you think you are, huh?!” she stepped between Connor and Sour Patch to get right in his face, “what makes you think you’re a better flier than him or me?”
“I’m just saying he should quit acting like something he’s not,” he mouth curled up into a dirt eating grin, “I’ll bet he was pretending that he was a great flier when you first met him, too.”
“Well, he couldn’t even fly at all when I first met him. But thanks to me,” rainbow dash pushed out her chest in pride, “he’s not too bad. I was able to whip him into flying shape in less than ten days flat! And since I’m the greatest flier there ever was, I’m sure my truly amazing and awesome skills rubbed off on him and should be more than enough to beat you! Connor, show this guy what you’re made of! …Connor?” Rainbow Dash turned to look at Connor already a few meters away from the arguing pair and slowly moving farther away.
“Connor, where are you going?! You’re not going to let this pony talk down to you like this, are you?!”
Connor paused in his leaving of the scene to shout over his shoulder. “When you two are done arguing like four-year-olds and are ready to act like adults, come find me! I’m not going to waste my time fighting a pointless argument with someone who is acting like a child!”
“What, are you runnin’ from a fight? Boy, you city folk sure don’t have much of a back bone! You know what, that’s what you are! A city boy, hah!”
“City boy?!?” they said in unison.
“Oooooh, I think it’s time I had some fun…” Connor smirked devilishly to himself as he turned around to return to the group.
Rainbow was having a fit yelling at Sour Patch, but his eyes were locked with Connor’s with both of them wearing confident smirks. Connor finally got close enough to make out exactly what Rainbow Dash was raving about.
“A city pony?! Do you even know who you’re talking to?!”
“Rainbow…”
“I’m pretty sure that Connor could beat you, no problem. But if you went up against me? Hooh boy, you wouldn’t even know what hit you until after your ears stopped ringing from the sonic rainboom!”
“Rainbow Dash!”
“Don’t you know that I am the Rainbow Dash? The only pony ever to perform the rare and legendary sonic rainboom known to pony kind? And has single hoofedly saved Equestria at least three times over? I could beat you anytime, anywhere, with one hoof tied behind my back and while sleeping!”
“RAINBOW DASH!!”
“What, Connor?!”
“I can take care of this myself!” she did a double take at his hard expression, “Don’t worry, I can handle this. Just let me speak for myself, thank you.”
Connor faced Sour Patch again and was met with another one of his dirt eating grins.
“Okay then, let’s see what you got.”
Connor returned the smirk, “What was your name again?”
“Sour Patch,” he answered confidently.
“Sour Patch, huh? More like a sour bit!.....”
There was a strange pause as Sour Patch looked at him funny.
“Dang! ‘Wish I could have said the full word…!” he muttered to no one in particular.
“Wow, you city boys sure are weird,” Sour Patch continued his insults, “I didn’t think the city could spit out such weirdos. Now that I see a gleaming example of that, I’m not sure I want to go visit one anytime soon.”
Connor hardened his expression as he tried attacking from a different angle. “First off, I am not a city boy; not even close. Secondly, Weirdo? Have you seen yourself with your hat and stupid tie thing on in the mirror? I bet you aren’t even from the country side if you thought that was what they wore out here! You’re just wearing that stupid cowboy hat to make yourself feel like you fit in. If I didn’t know any better, you’re more of a fake than I am!”
“You can’t call me a fake!” Sour Patch snapped back, but Connor grinned knowing he hit a nerve, “You city boys can’t even handle one day’s worth of a real pony’s work!”
“And you can’t even be called a country boy, let alone a cowboy, with the way you act like a little kid bragging about his toy gun and cowboy hat! Real country folk don’t need to do any of that!”
“Oh yeah? You wanna know what a country boy can do that a city boy can’t? A country boy can get any girl that he wants with a single wink!” his smug grin returned in full force.
“And how is that important right now?” Connor asked cynically.
“You’re just jealous you can’t get any mare you want. Here, let me show you what some real country charm can do!”
Sour Patch scanned around and spotted an earth pony mare standing on a lift about thirty meters away that was currently offloading some wooden boards. Sour Patch called out “Hey!” loudly to get the mare’s attention. The pony mare looked up from her work to stare at Sour Patch who gave a charming wink and a smile to her. She giggled and sheepishly waved back at him with a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
Connor scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes.
“You think that was just a one-time shot? Here, let me show it again!”
Sour Patch glanced around until he spotted another mare not too far away. He let out shrill whistle to get her attention before tipping his hat and winking at her with that toothy grin of his. The mare snorted and laughed while she fluttered her eyelashes back at him.
“See!” Sour Patch turned back to Connor, “I told you! I can get any mare I want with just a lil’ country charm!”
“And how does this relate to flying, at all?” Connor snapped back, “All you’ve done has been nothing but talking big and flirting with the girls; you’ve done nothing to show that you can back up everything you’ve been saying other than getting a wave from another pony. So for all I know, you’re just some kid talking big when really he can't do squat! Man, I can't wait to see you to end up with a two-by-four in your face when you walk around the next corner because I guarantee you that somepony is going to knock you out for all the useless bragging you’re doing.”
“And you’re just some city boy with a fifty bit haircut who can't even stand up for himself!”
“You wanna bet?” Connor threatened.
“I think I do,” Sour Patch smirked, “Tell you what; if you beat me in tomorrow’s tournament, I’ll give you my trusty hat here.” he patted the cowboy hat on his head.
“That’s if we go up against each other tomorrow.” Connor clarified.
“Yeah, sure,” Patch dismissed before continuing, “And if I beat you tomorrow, you have to shave your whole head and lose that pretty little haircut of yours!”
The hair on the back of Connor’s neck bristled slightly and he ran an instinctive hoof through his hair. “My head, huh?”
“Yep! That’s the deal; unless you’re too chicken to do it!” Sour Patch laughed.
“Alright, fine! I’ll take your bet. You best be ready to have your butt handed to you on a silver platter tomorrow if we’re going against each other!”
“The same goes for you!”
The pair exchanged hoof shakes to seal the deal while each wore their own brand of confident smiles; Connor with his dangerous and thrill-seeking smirk and Patch with his toothy, dirt-eating grin.
“I’ll see you ‘round, city boy!” Sour Patch took off for the skies once again to return to whatever work he was doing leaving Connor standing there.
“Tod, what an idiot and a twig! Oooooo, I really hope I’ll get matched up with him together; I can't wait to beat his ash tomorrow in the games! Hey Rainbow Dash, sorry about snapping at you before, I- Rainbow?”
Connor spun around looking for Rainbow Dash, only to find that he was standing alone on the mountain. He wondered where she could have gone and why, when it hit him.
“Well, he may be right about one thing,” he sighed in shame, “I am definitely not a people’s pony…”
~~~
“Ugh, city folk; always poking their noses into place where it don’t belong. ‘Couldn’t wait just one more day to see the fields…”
Sour Patch mumbled to himself as he flew back to his work station where he was currently helping build a spectator’s tower for tomorrow’s tournament.
Whoever was paying for this tournament had a lot of bits to throw around if they could pay for these kinds of towers being set up. The spectator towers were dozens of wingspans high with enclosed seats at the top that could hold about twenty ponies or more at once. Each tower being built was specifically designed to withstand the windy conditions that blew across the tops of the mountains, as well as take several impacts from accidentally crashing pegasi before breaking down. They even paid to have unicorns magically reinforce and anchor the towers to the ground; and doing that ain’t cheap either.
There were a lot of towers sprinkled across the tops of the mountains so spectators could see the action from almost anywhere on the field. Most of them were already finished and were just having the final touches being done to them, but the tower Sour Patch was working on still needed more time before it was finished.
He landed next to his pile of support beams he was supposed to install before the day’s end and grab one. He grunted as he strained to get the beam up to where he left his bucket of nails and hammer and inserted the beam diagonally in the wooden box frame. He just picked up a nail and his hammer was about to get to work when he heard three familiar (and very annoying) voices approaching.
“Hey look everypony! Sour Pout is finally back! You finally done telling lies to those new ponies?”
Sour Patch sighed as he lined up his first nail and struck it with his hammer. “Here we go again…”
The leader of three was named Silver Spurs who was some kind of nephew or something to the town’s sheriff, sheriff Silver Star. And as usual, he had his two lackeys with him; Snake Oil who was the horseshoe licker of the group and Boot Straps who was the slow one and the butt of many jokes when the three weren’t picking on those around them. Together, they called themselves “The ‘S’ Gang”! I think it had something to do with Silver Spurs being the leader of them; or maybe it was because they all had an ‘S’ in their names? Who knows…?
“What lies did you tell them this time, Sour Pout? That you’re a real Apple family member and you plan on winning the little tourn’ment tomorrow?” Silver Spurs chided as the three bullies hanging by the base of the tower began another fit of laughter.
This wasn’t anything new to Patch. He’d been teased before by these three in the past and when it first started, sour patch gladly exchanged insults. But when they started getting really nasty, hooves started being thrown. That’s when the sheriff stepped in and put a stop to the fighting, but that didn’t put an end to the insult throwing; and it had been getting worse over the last week or two.
“Just ignore them, Patch,” he mumbled, “Just ignore them and they’ll go away eventually…”
“Oh come on!” said Snake Oil, “We all know that ain’t true! Everypony knows that the Apple family ain’t got no pegasi in their family; they’re all earth ponies!”
Sour Patch kept hammering away at the new nails he was putting into the board while the S Gang continued their shouting from below.
“I bet he was adopted by the Apple family because they felt sorry for him,” Boot Straps said slowly.
“Ha! Yeah, why else would an all earth pony clan have a Pegasus in their family? Who wants to place bets on them feeling sorry for Sour Pout and because they wanted to keep all the apple cutie marks to themselves?”
Silver Spurs laughed at Snake Oil’s joke. “Yeah, I bet they only have him because his cutie mark just so happens to be about apples. Hey blank flank! How come it took you so long to get your cutie mark, huh? You’ve only been here a year and what, you just got it? Lame!”
The three ponies laughed again as Sour Patch finished hammering the last nail and dropped it with a heavy thud; teeth marks were showing in the handle.
“Shud’up…”
“Sorry, what was that, Apple fake?” Spurs yelled, “’You say somethin’?”
“I said, ‘SHUDUP’!!!!”
Sour Patch dove for the ground and landed with a heavy thud and stomped over to the bullies. “I SAID SHUDUP! JUST SHUDUP! You know NOTHING about what it means to be an Apple!!”
Silver Spurs smiled wickedly, “I know enough that there isn’t a single Pegasus in the Apple family; which means you were adopted out’f pity. You’re nothing but a fake trying to act country by wearing that stupid hat and working on the orchard.”
“You’re wrong! You don’t know nothing! You’re- you’re…!” Sour Patch was almost shaking with anger. He reared up and cocked back a hoof to swing at Silver Spurs’ face, when he was suddenly shoulder tackled to the ground by both of his flunkies. There was some struggling as they tried to disentangle themselves, but Sour Patch pushed himself free and stood up again.
Silver Spurs showed his teeth, “You know the rules; we’re not allowed to fight anymore! Otherwise my uncle will have to throw your flank in the jail cell for a few hours until you’ve simmered down like the good little colt you are!”
Sour Patch gritted his teeth while Snake Oil and Boot Straps barred his way to his smug target. He flared his wings preparing to pounce like coyote on a rabbit, but instead he whipped around and stormed off in the opposite direction.
“Hey look! Sour Pout is running away again like a little filly!” Silver Spurs shouted after Patch, “If you were a real Apple, you would’ve stayed and fight me like a real stallion!”
Sour Patch quickened pace to the cliff edge not sure if he could trust himself from stopping and going back to pound some respect into that worthless pony.
“Yeah, a real Apple wouldn’t run away! Ha ha ha ha!!” Snake Oil’s laughter spread through the gang as Sour Patch broke out into a sprint and dove off the cliff and into the air.
The sounds of their continued chants and howling laughter was almost completely drowned out by the wind rushing past Patch’s ears; almost. But the further away he got from them, the less he could hear them. He sniffed back his anger and flew through the air. Flying always helped calm him down when he was angry; it wasn’t as good as bucking a few apple trees to take out his anger, but it was still pretty good.
It wasn’t his fault that his cutie mark just so happened to be a big red apple; He just really liked working on the farm and putting in good honest day’s work. He didn’t ask to be a part of the Apple family either, they just sort of welcomed him like a new cousin when he finally got his cutie mark.
Yeah, he was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to getting one’s cutie mark… Okay, a really late bloomer. Jeez, not even those Sour Patch had talked to who took a long time to get their cutie mark said it took them this long to get their cutie mark! Over sixteen years of his life without a cutie mark; boy, who of thought it would take this long just to get one.
“Well, at least I’m not the only one…”
Sour Patch’s thoughts turned back to that city pony he just met and remembered how he didn’t have a cutie mark. He looked to be even older than he was and he still didn’t have a cutie mark! That fact made Patch smile, but it faltered slightly.
“But it didn’t look like he even care about it, or even worried about it.”
His body flipped over to auto pilot has he flew around the playing field with practiced motion. Sour Patch folded his thoughts for now and stored them in the back of his mind for later; he needed to focus for tomorrow’s tournament.
“Okay, so this section here has a lot of open area for good open flying with a few pillars scattered in it; and those two rock columns over in the corner would make a great place to lose somepony by making a blind spot in their view, but it depends on how close they are following me. And that canyon over there leads to another section of the playing field where I can make good use of the archways in there for cover…”
Ever since he heard a week ago that Appleloosa was going to be the town to hold the first round of the tournament, Sour Patch had spent every waking moment of free time trying to memorize the entire field to get as big advantage as he could before everypony else came to compete.
“I’ll show them,” he mumbled to himself, “I’ll show them all! I’ll show them that I can win this tournament, and that I can fly. I’ll prove that the Apple family can have a Pegasus and be proud of it! And- and- and…” his voice trailed off barely being audible in the wind.
“And maybe I can impress Apple Slice enough to go out with me…”
Despite all of his flirting and winking with all the mares, there was one mare that really made Sour Patch’s heart flutter like a butterfly on a spring-summer day. Her name was Apple Slice and she worked in one of the general stores in town where he always went to pick up a few things needed on the farm.
Her cinnamon brown coat and candy apple red mane always looked good no matter what state she was in and he was constantly dazzled by her beautiful emerald green eyes. She was sweet like a candy apple treat, kinder than a mother duck on Sunday, and the cutest thing he had ever seen.
And she was the one mare that Sour Patch really wanted to get to know better; like in a real relationship.
“Oh Apple Slice; truly, you are the Apple in my eye…”