Only 50 weeks more to go or even more :D

With that final little exchange complete, I make my way out of the door after Applejack.

When did he go inside?

Already looking forward to reading the rewritten edition. You've definitely improved quite a bit from when you started. It was already a good story but now it's going to be great!

Loving the rewrite so far and eager for the continuation of the rewrites. Regarding the old version of this it’s been so long since I read it I can’t probably say if you’ve improved or not, but for the fun of it I’ll say it certainly seems more through and paced better then some other stories I’ve read over the years since the old version of this one.

Anyways keep up the awesome work!

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Thanks! I appreciate it a lot ^^

As she listens, the old mare's eyes express realization, then mild concern. She looks over at me with a sympathetic smile. “Oh, well ain’t you a far sight from home.’ She says with a tinge of sadness to her tone. “Ya know, I was a settler back when ol’ Ponyville was still a colonial holding. I was mighty lucky things turned out as well for us as it did.” She says as she slowly gets up from her chair and sets on all fours, hobbling toward me and offering a hoof once she is within distance. “Names Granny Smith, but you can just call me Granny if you like, son. Go on ‘n put her there now, don’t be shy. No unicorn stallion is gonna put out enough juice to hurt a stout ol Earth Pony mare.”

You forget that Granny Smith don't know where he is from yet, that needs to be added.

“Uh…if you say so, big fella. Here, lemme grab somethin’ for ya real quick…” Applejack says, giving me an unsure look before walking into the house, the sound of clopping up a set of stairs thumping through the wall from inside. She returns a few minutes later with what looks to be a set of burlap sacks with a strap on them, her cutie marks embroidered on either one. “Here, take my ol saddlebags with ya into town, so if you need to bring somethin’ back, you can carry it easier,” she says with a small smile as she drapes them over my back. The item fits comfortably, covering and resting on my flanks and lower back.

Clever mate, indirectly marking her territory by giving him her scent and a object with her cutie mark on it.
Very clever mare

Enjoying a peaceful midday nap, sitting in an old rocking chair near what looks to be the main entrance, is a rather elderly mare. Her coat is a pale, almost key lime green, and she had styled her mane and tail into buns. The well-earned deep-set grey and white pepper mix of the elderly that colors them is just as much a signifier of her advanced age as the weathering of her face. She wears a frilled length of fabric, one of those old-lady scarves, colored the same orange as the coat of the mare beside me and dotted in bright red apples.

As she listens, the old mare's eyes express realization, then mild concern. She looks over at me with a sympathetic smile. “Oh, well ain’t you a far sight from home.’ She says with a tinge of sadness to her tone. “Ya know, I was a settler back when ol’ Ponyville was still a colonial holding. I was mighty lucky things turned out as well for us as it did.”

In fact, if you do a Google search...

According to the Winter Wrap Up episode, Ponyville was founded a couple hundred years ago, yet Granny claims that she and her family founded it. Just by that, Granny is supposed to be hundreds of years old. If Granny Smith is really as old as she says she is, then she's not just Applejack's grandma; more lke her great, great, great grandma.

“I suppose I can, Applejack. I darn well suppose I can.” She says as she simmers down, clearing her throat. “Well, if Applejack is keen on invitin’ ya into our home, you’re more than welcome to eat with us. There’s a guest bathroom up the stairs, first door to the left. Why don’t you go ahead and check out the town? It’ll be a bit until everyone comes back from the fields for dinner. Just be sure to be back at the house before sundown if you want some grub.”

As the old saying goes,

Nuestro casa es tu casa.

“Now that sounds like a mighty fine idea,” Applejack says, gesturing at a path leading out from the front of the house. “Just head out that way, and you’ll hit the edge of town in about fifteen minutes or so if you keep a nice clip. Just be careful. There’s a lot of uh un-spoken-for mares in town. Not a whole lot of stallions in these parts, ya see.” She says, giving me a look that tells me I should probably know what she’s talking about.

T: In fact, othtenthibly (ostensibly), the gender dithparity (disparity) is at leatht (least) 3-1, favouring mareth (mares).