Chapter 3
Trixie followed Applejack out to the barn, her belly was full of a hardy breakfast and she had to admit, she did feel kind of peppy. With her new energy she doubted any task Applejack came up with would be too much for her.
"Alright ya boastin' loud mouth, ya wanted some real work well here ya go!"
Before them was a small field of corn looking like it was ready to be picked. It looked like it would be a total of a couple of hours work. A fence separated the corn field from a empty unplowed field.
"Yer job is to pick all of this here corn and put in to that little cart over there." Applejack pointed over to a small wagon cart that sat next to the fence.
"Y'all need to pick every last one without magic." Trixie held up her nose in a dignified manner.
"It's just picking corn. How hard could it possibly be for the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
Applejack smiled with a knowing look in her eyes. "Great. Come find me when yer done and I'll give ya yer next chore. Oh, and watch out for crows. We have yet to put up a new scare crow and they can be might ornery."
As Applejack walked away Trixie rolled her eyes and scoffed "Pfft. Crows…the Great and Powerful Trixie isn't afraid of any stupid crows."
Trixie started to pluck the corn but it wasn't as simple as it looked. Sometimes the corn would be too healthy and she would have to try and fight it off, other times the exact opposite was true and she would end up only taking part of the ear. At one point she took an entire ear AND some of the stem.
It was really starting to irritate her. She had simply started by collecting all the corn outside of the field and had yet to work on the inside. And even without making a considerable dent in her work she had already worked up quite a sweat. Farm work was a lot tougher than it looked.
The sound of grunting snapped her out of her focus on her task to see Big Macintosh plowing the field next to her. Or at least he was trying to plow it, he seemed to be having some difficulty getting the task done. When she saw his plow it was no wonder, the thing was rusted and it looked like one of the handles was broken off. This obviously made the job more difficult and any progress he made was small.
"What're you doing?" she asked honestly.
Big Macintosh gritted his teeth as he pulled. "Trying…to get…this here…field…plowed. Hern!"
"But why use such a rusted piece…"
"Because…" he cut her off. "This here is the only plow we have…" he grunted as he gave it another heave. "And we aint got enough bits to afford a new one."
Trixie didn't know whether she should be sad about the Apple Family's money problems, or impressed that he was could use that thing at all.
Either way it left her with an awkward silence that she wasn't really comfortable with.
"I…um guess I'll start working on the rest of that corn." Trixie walked deeper in to the corn field.
"Uh be sure you do it slowly or else the crows will…"
"EEEEEEK!!!"
Big Macintosh sighed and lowered his eye lids half way. "Attack and chase after you."
A split second later Trixie came running out with a flock of angry crows chasing after her.
Trixie was just barely staying an inch ahead of their beaks and claws when suddenly they seemed to disappear. She stopped running turned around to see the crows all clumped up together trapped inside Big Macintosh's work harness. Pretty tightly too, they struggled and squirmed but no matter what they did they couldn't get free.
"Not bad aim huh?" Big Macintosh came up from behind her walking over to the crows without his harness on.
"That was you? How'd you manage to send your harness flying so fast?" Trixie asked amazed.
"Shoot, who'd ya think taught Applejack how to buck?" Big Macintosh smiled, obviously pleased with his abilities.
He brought the birds to an upright position and started to roll them. "Ah need to roll these featherheads down to Fluttershy's cottage. She'll find a place where they can live happily…far away from Sweet Apple Acres. When yer done with the corn head inside the house fer lunch, it's Granny Smith's turn to cook."
As Big Macintosh continued to roll his harness his captives started to make their protests known through being as loud as possible.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Caw and crow all you want, but this is happen'n. Deal wit it."
Trixie giggled lightly at Big Macintosh's attitude towards the crows.
She walks back into the corn field and soon discovers that the corn on the inside was a lot easier to pick. Either that or she was getting better at the farm chore. She took a moment to scoff, imagine that, her, the Great and Powerful Trixie…expert at farm chores.
With the corn all loaded in to her cart she headed back to the house. Once again she had worked up a hardy appetite and she was in the mood for just about anything.
She entered the house but nobody else seemed to be there. Well that was what she thought at first, but then she noticed the delicious smell of something cooking.
Trixie recognized the smell as baked apples, the scent made her stomach growly loudly from hunger.
"Sounds like somebody's worked up an appetite."
Trixie entered the kitchen to find Granny Smith putting some finishing touches on some baked apples.
She turned to see Trixie standing there with a sheepish smile on her face. "Oh. It's you. Well come on in and have a seat at the table, just about ready to serve."
Trixie sat down at the table, she felt a certain level of awkwardness in the air as the eerie silence hung. "Um…" Trixie tried to find something to talk about, ANYTHING that could start a conversation. "Big Macintosh seems nice."
"Oh he is. Bless that heart of his." smiled Granny Smith.
"I know he's a dedicated worker, and the job probably still has to be done, but why even bother to use that rusted broken down plow?"
"That's just the way he is. If a tool isn't working right, he gives it his all to try and make it work…even when it's an uphill slope. Regardless he still gets the work done, that colt would do anything for his family."
Trixie said nothing but continued to listen intently.
"He had to grow up pretty fast here on the farm." Granny Smith started to smile sadly. "Especially after both his Ma and Pa died, he was so young."
Trixie's ears flopped down at hearing that, she didn't know he lost them in his youth.
"After they were gone there was a void, both in the farm work and in our family. So being the eldest he did his best to fill that void, he took on his parent's chores and worked harder than any'o us. Of course he could never replace his parent's role in the family, but he always tried to be there for his family and we can became even more tightly knit because of it."
As Granny Smith started to place the baked apples on the table. "I know it may sound as though we're a bit incomplete, but we're a happy family none the less."
The rest of the apple family entered the room and sat down around the table.
Unlike breakfast, lunch went without a hitch, mostly because she didn't say much on focused mostly on the table conversation. Which revolved mostly around Apple Bloom telling of how she and her little friends tried to find their cutie marks. It was cute.
With the apples devoured Trixie followed Applejack out to the barn where there was large pile of hay with a pitch fork sticking in it in the corner.
"Now then you last chore of the day is pitching hay."
Trixie definitely liked the idea of this being the last tedious task for her to do.
"Such a task is beneath Trixie. The job will be done in a manner of seconds by the Great and…"
Trixie was cut off as Applejack put her hoof in her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ah know; yer 'the Great and Powerful Trixie'. Ah heard ya the first hundred times. Now just sit there all quiet like and watch as Ah show ya how it's done."
Trixie glared at the earth pony silently as she started to pick up the pitchfork with both hooves. The fork had a quarter of the hay on it she gave it a mighty toss and it landed on an upper level of the barn.
"A trifle really." Trixie scoffed. "If I wanted to do it the brutish, uncivilized way then I would follow your example." Applejack's face soured. "But Trixie is magical unicorn and has a better way to do such a trivial chore."
Trixie's horn glowed it's usual color and she levitated a small clump of hay over to the upper level, but when let it fall it fell apart completely, the small pieces soon falling back down to the two ponies.
"This is earth pony work for a reason." scolded Applejack.
Trixie took the pitch fork and tried to mimic Applejack's demonstration. Didn't go as well, Trixie only managed to lift up half the amount of hay Applejack did and when she tried to toss it up to the upper lever the hay dispersed from it's clumped form scattering it's pieces all over the barn. Applejack glared at the unicorn as the hay pieces rained down.
Applejack looked at her with a flat expression. "You don't belong here." she said with a sigh.
Trixie's ears flopped down sadly but Applejack paid it no mind.
"When yer done, feel free to come on in fer dinner."
An exasperated sigh escaped from Trixie's lips, this was going to take forever.
--
Trixie trudged into the house, physically exhausted. She didn't know what time it was, all she knew was that the stars were out which meant it was evening, and that was all she needed to turn in for the night.
As she walked past the kitchen Apple Bloom and Applejack gave her a questionable look.
"Now where in the hay are you off to?" queried Applejack.
"Bed…" Trixie replied groggily. "Trixie needs her beauty sleep."
"What about dinner?" asked Apple Bloom.
"No dinner…" mumbled Trixie. "Bed. Now…Night."
As Trixie entered her new bedroom she smiled at the sight of her bed…which she unceremoniously fell face first on to.
She heard the sound of somebody entering the room but she didn't move, she was too tired.
"Hard day?" came the voice of Big Macintosh.
Trixie rolled on to her back to look at him. "Ooooh…" she moaned. "My everything hurts."
Big Macintosh smiled down at her. "Eeyup. Farm life'll do that to ya. I'll see if I can talk Applejack in to making yer tomorrow chores related to going in to town."
Big Macintosh brought up her blanket and tucked her in. Trixie couldn't help but blush at the colt's actions but whether or not he noticed it didn't show.
"Ah'll see you in the morning."
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The sound of a rooster crowing reluctantly woke Trixie from her peaceful slumber. Vowing revenge on the bird for later, she moved to her bedroom door and was about to open it when she heard the vague voices, and she thought she might have heard her name.
Trixie creaked open her door and peeked through the crack to see Applejack having some kind of conversation with Big Macintosh.
"Let's go over this one more time…" from Applejack's tone it was obvious she had been trying to convince her brother of something that he was being stubborn on. "Trixie is a magical unicorn."
"Eeyup."
Trixie's eyes widened. She didn't think they would be talking about her.
"She aint built for farm work."
"Eeyup."'
Trixie rolled her eyes, so she was out of her element. What was the big deal?
"She's got a hoity toity attitude."
"Eeyup."
Trixie was a little annoyed that Big Macintosh didn't even TRY to argue on the matter.
"She's a show pony with an ego the size of our barn."
"Eeyup."
Trixie scowled.
"She's a down right terrible farm worker."
"Eeyup."
"Then we have all the reason we need to kick her out."
"Ee-nope."
"Consarnit!! Why the heck not?! She hasn't changed one bit!! She's nothing but a Great and Powerful pain in mah flank!! She's slowin down the farm's progress, thank Celestia she hasn't tried buckin' yet!! Applebloom's already taken a a shine to her, and that's the wrong role model fer her!! She's unbearable!! She's a terrible farmer!! She's…"
"She's a pony in need!!" snapped Big Macintosh. He stood up at his full height which even Trixie found a little intimidating. "She aint got no place else to go!! She might not be very good at farming but she's still putting her all in to the work and directions that ya give her!! She might not be good at it but she's still a hard worker!! So long as she's willin' to work she stays!! And that is final young lady!!"
Applejack just stood with her mouth hanging open.
Trixie silently closed the door. She didn't know why, but she liked the way Big Macintosh stood up for her. A small smile graced her lips. A smile she was silently in denial about.
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Ah, Big Mac. Lay down the law! One thing that stands out for me is him noting she tried at least. I note that against the Ursa, Applejack didn't even do that much.
And you basically tempted faith good job Trixie
Oh yeah I remember from that episode the Ticketmaster Applejack did explain about the situation need to fix the barn and everything
Run away it's the Angry Birds
Oh man and before anybody say I know this is way before season 6 came along and the official name but it really is sad what happened to Bright Mac and pear butter it really must be very hard for them to lose their parents at such a young age 😢
Ohh look Apple Jack I understand what Trixie did was pretty bad but that was kind of cold to say that
Story of My Life when I come home from work 😅
Oh wow so it looks like Trixie is getting to work at the farm thanks to Applejack's decision to what she has to work on and yeah Trixie is not cut out but she is trying better that I'll ever be and she even noticed that Big Macintosh is having a hard time due to the Rusty equipment but after she was done with the corn Granny Smith explain about the situation and what happened to Bright Mac and pear butter well probably not everything because I'm sure she didn't want to get too personal what happened and that's why Big Macintosh has to fill the role after a couple of few hours of the chores Trixie decided to hit the hay for the night and when morning comes she overheard Big Mac and Applejack arguing about her that she doesn't cut out as a farmer but Big Macintosh told her she needed help and she got nowhere to go again it was a very nice of him to do that and Trixie thinks about that as I just hope that Applejack will calm down and maybe gave Trixie a chance
Do you mean a "hearty" breakfast?
Again, "hearty". Hardy is entirely different.
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Meh. I've seen both used this way.
You say Tomato, I say TomAto...