The Apple Acres farm had a problem. A big problem. A Big Macintosh problem, to be precise. The poor pony had twisted his ankle plowing the fields and being unable to work just made him plain miserable.
Beseeching her other friends for help and coming up against a dead end, Applejack finally realized that she would have to rely on the one pony she wasn't sure could even spell reliable. And so she found herself standing in Pinkie's home, waiting patiently for an answer to the question she'd asked over a minute ago. So far the only response was for Pinkie to gasp in horror, drag over an eas
"Cap'n ..."
Not again ... Impatiently, she turned to face the first mate, her lips pursed tightly. "What?"
Twisting his cap between his hands nervously, his lazy eye darted to and fro. "The seas be dangerous tonight, ma'am. I think --"
"You are not paid to think, sailor. You are paid to keep your mouth shut and sail the ship."
Leaning forward, he hissed darkly, "but SHE'S here ..." His sour breath whistled between the gaps in his teeth as he leered anxiously.
"And which "she" is that?" She was growing impatient, though it was partly her own fault for hiring such a filthy crew of drunks on Halloween night. It was the best she could drag t
The Apple Acres farm had a problem. A big problem. A Big Macintosh problem, to be precise. The poor pony had twisted his ankle plowing the fields and being unable to work just made him plain miserable.
Beseeching her other friends for help and coming up against a dead end, Applejack finally realized that she would have to rely on the one pony she wasn't sure could even spell reliable. And so she found herself standing in Pinkie's home, waiting patiently for an answer to the question she'd asked over a minute ago. So far the only response was for Pinkie to gasp in horror, drag over an eas
"Cap'n ..."
Not again ... Impatiently, she turned to face the first mate, her lips pursed tightly. "What?"
Twisting his cap between his hands nervously, his lazy eye darted to and fro. "The seas be dangerous tonight, ma'am. I think --"
"You are not paid to think, sailor. You are paid to keep your mouth shut and sail the ship."
Leaning forward, he hissed darkly, "but SHE'S here ..." His sour breath whistled between the gaps in his teeth as he leered anxiously.
"And which "she" is that?" She was growing impatient, though it was partly her own fault for hiring such a filthy crew of drunks on Halloween night. It was the best she could drag t