Ponies try the Grimace Shake

by PseudoBob Delightus

Chapter 2 - Applejack

Applejack sniffed the purple milkshake. "Is it s'posed to smell like that?" she asked. "And… look like that? I don't reckon I ever knew a cow who could make purple milk. Unless there's some kinda berries or flowers in it that make it like that…"

She took off her hat, and wiped some sweat from her forehead, before making another appraisal of the perspiring cup.

"Wouldn't be the worst thing in this heat, I guess. I oughta get to it before it melts on me."

She took the straw, and sipped.

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The barn door creaked open. A plough sat amongst the piles of straw; a set of orange hooves stuck out from under it, like that of a squashed insect. Purple liquid dripped from the edges of the shake-smeared ploughshare. Resting on one of the plough's handles was the plastic cup, now empty, wearing Applejack's straw hat with subdued pride.