Applejack had always wondered about were her hat had came from. No-pony actually knew, except Granny Smith. She knew all about from the very beginning...
" Granny Smith? Ah hate to ask ya but, ah have a questi'n for ya" Applejack said coming down the hill from the northern orchard, also carrying two baskets of sweet apples beside her.
" Well ye lassie, fire away!" Granny Smith exclaimed, walking closer to Aj. She was getting excited about the question because it might have been that she probably knew that the zap apples had grown. But that's another story.
" Ah've always wondr'd 'bout where ma hat came from. Do ya know anythin' 'bout it?" Applejack asked, taking off her hat and placing it beside a tree.
" Big Mac! Big Mac! Get over here! I'm gonna give you and yer sis a lil histr'y lesson 'bout yer here's hat" Granny Smith shouted and then looking over the hill to see if Big mac was coming over.
Granny and Applejack were sitting beside a tree eating for him to come, as the sun was in it's midday position they could both hear the clip-clip of somepony's hooves.
" Eyup!" Big Mac came trotting over the hill carrying a basket of apples, the putting them down beside Aj's pile.
" Well, ye see here... It start'd long time ago..." Granny Smith began...
75 Yrs ago
Appleloosa
Equestria
In the small but beautiful town of Apploosa, ponies were harvesting apples for the year's Apple Festival which was held in Apploosa that year. All day and some nights, ponies bucked, sowed, and dug up apple trees for the festival. While others decorated the town and made it look its best
But there was this one colt, Apple Brae who was too young to help with the festival preparations, was determined to make Apploosa the best place for the Apple Festival ever.
There was no way that he'd be able to do it himself, so he turned to his mother for help. But she was busy with all the other mares decorating the town with bright ribbons and glowing lanterns.
So instead, he turned to his father for help, but he was also busy with the other stallions bucking the apple trees to make all the types of food and drink for the festival.
Even though there was no pony to help, Apple Brae was going to show up at the preparations meeting and help. But he wasn't going to decorate the town and he wasn't going to be bucking apple trees.
Apple Brae was going to do both of them...
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" Uh, Granny Smith? Could ya cut to the chase?" Applejack asked nicely, because this 'backstory' thing was too boring.
" Fine, fine! I'll get on with it lassie" Granny Smith replied, she picked up an apple from the ground and took a bite from it
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It was the day of the Apple Festival, and Apple Brae was dressing his best to present the farm council with their gift of honor, an apple basket especially designed for them.
He was told that he was only to give them a basket, but Apple Brae had additional plans to impress the council. He was going to make an wonderful speech about his hometown.
The streets lit up like twinkling stars and the music from the band filled every corner of the street. The stage was ready with the tables and chairs surrounding it. And the food made from fresh apple trees was a lovely smell.
Apple Brae went up to his mother and took the apple pies for the tables. He placed the pies neatly on each table and made sure that all the tables were decorated nicely.
In a few minutes, the Apple Festival was about to begin...
Everypony gathered round the outskirts of town to wait and see all the ponies who were coming.
They waited...
And waited....
And waited...
For hours they had just stood there, waiting for any pony to come to the festival. If no pony came, all the hard work was just wasted... For everypony.
But Apple Brae wasn't going to give up on his town. He had a brilliant idea, for everypony...
He gathered up all of the ponies and told them that he had something to say to them, that he had an idea.
" Instead of just abandoning these plans" Apple brae began, climbing onto a box.
" Why don't we have our own celebration? Our own Apple Festival." He continued, no all the ponies were listening to him.
" To celebrate all the wonderful work that we had done to make Apploosa the best place for apples." Apple Brae said, he had never felt so confident in his life.
" So, why don't we give it a try?" He said, climbing back down from the box. All the ponies cheered, they were very happy about this colt's idea.
Everypony was dancing to the music and eating the apple pies, while having a great time in the first place.
Apple Brae's dad came trotting up to him.
" You done good kid..." He said, taking his old worn hat and placing it on his head.
" Here, you keep it.." He said, giving Apple Brae one of his winks.
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" Granny? Is this true?" AppleJack asked Granny Smith, she wasn't too sure that the story that she had been told was actually true.
" If Granny Smith tells ya somthin' y'all better listen!" Granny Smith replied, bursting into fits of laughter with Bic Mac.
" You know Granny, you're ah really good story teller!" Applejack replied, joining in with the laughter.
Apples and stories go very well together...
