Silly Song of Silver Snow

by I Thought I Was Toast

Piece the 3rd: Anthem of the Apple Accumulators

“I see,” said the blind pony to his deaf dog, as he picked up his hammer and saw.
“Applebloom! If you need something, I believe saying it’s the law.”

At his words, the little filly crept down the stairs with the tiniest of fears.
She’d forgotten Winona’s father could see quite well, even without his ears.

They needed tools to build the snow, or so Scootaloo had said.
The task to get them, sad as it seemed, fell on Applebloom’s head.

She was told never to bother Pa, for a carpenter’s work is hard after all.
It’s harder still when you cannot see, but that never stopped him from doing it and standing tall.

“Well, it’s kinda hard to say,” muttered Applebloom as the saw sang it’s raspy song.
“Ah need some tools for crusadin’ time, but to bother ya for them now is wrong.”

“Maybe,” rang her father’s voice, as he cut through wood and hammered twice.
“It depends on if they’ll be treated nice.”

“They will!” said the filly, her bow flailing about, as she hopped with glee.
“If there’s one thing ya know, it’s ya can count on me!”

“I know I can,” said her father smiling as he opened up a paint can.
“Just make sure that your sister knows all about your big plan.”

Loaded with tools, Applebloom climbed up the stairs.
At the top she gulped as she met her sister’s glare.

“What were ya doing down there?” asked Applejack with her stenson.
“Ah don’t suppose ya were just helping Pa hammer the fence on?”

Applebloom gulped before standing tall, even if it was for show.
“Ah was actually asking for tools, if ya must know.”

“What for?” asked Applejack sternly. She was definitely not smiling.
“It better not be for something bad. Now tell me, and don’t be lyin’.”

“Ah need it for crusadin,” said Applebloom quite meekly.
“We’re building something for the town, something we’ve complained of weekly.”

“Don’t get cheeky with me, little sis.” Applejack’s breath came out in a sigh.
“Tell me what it is you’re really doing, or I’ll go downstairs and ask the big guy.”

“Fine,” said Applebloom with a pout. She would rather not have let this out.
“Ah’ll tell ya, but ya better not shout.”

“We’re building snow for Hearth’s Warming Eve,” said the filly, feeling silly.
“Please don’t get mad at us for doing this all willy-nilly.”

“Yer building snow?” muttered Applejack, with just a hint of confusion.
Her face had the oddest twist, as if she were in musing.

It made no sense to the humble mare.
For how could only one Earth Pony, Pegasus, and Unicorn let snow fill the air?

How would they do it? How could they do it?
Even if they had all the time they saw fit...

However, Applejack knew her sister had told the truth.
To not support her now would be, as Rarity would say, uncouth.

Surely this little goal wouldn’t cause harm or ire.
It’s not like snow could set the town on fire.

Plus, if it worked the whole town would be cheering.
Wasn’t that worth more than any of the silly things she was fearing?

“Alright,” said Applejack, as a smile lit up her face.
“Ya better get going. Ya’ll are gonna have one heck of a race.”