Hiya! It's Apple Jack! I reckon your not familiar with a pony tellin' a story, but it's about time one did so.

You like apples, right? Good! Because I  L O V E apples. I LIVE for apples.

So I was sittin' and buckin' apples, when I noticed an intruder had approached the farm. I decided that I would play it cool, and walk over to see what the pony wanted. I went and talked to her, and boy, did that pony have a mouth. I continued to play it cool, and oh, that pony. She picked one of MY apples from the ground, and took a big bite, right in front of me. I didn't let my anger out. She then threw it on the ground, smiling a real nice smile. One a' those smiles where someone knew they did somethin' wrong and they think the other person can't do nothin' about it. "catch ya later!" She snickered, trotting off . Oh that did it.

That night, I waited till everyone was asleep, and I walked out. It didn't take me long till I found out where that pony lived. Turned out, she didn't live far from me. So I climbed through the window and got out an apple, shoving it in her mouth. She shot awake, trying to talk through the Apple that gagged her. Her eyes were watering as I shoved the Apple down her throat. "You like apples, dontcha?" I said as she died. I took her out of the house and dragged her to the barn, went to my favorite tree, got out the shovel, and buried her, making sure to flatten down the earth real nice so it wouldn't get disturbed. I reckon there was a bad Apple under every tree now, but we have to have them to help the other apples grow, right?

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