Her flanks burned and her neck was dripping with water. Her hooves ached, her head pounded, her heart was shrouded with worry and anxiety. Terror seized her sanity and forced her to speed up until her legs were numb. 'Think it's a vortex?' She asked, worry overwhelming her. This tempest fit the bill.īig Macintosh must have been thinking the same thing. Granny Smith had told them hail, rain, and powerful winds were signs. This weather could only mean one thing - a twister. Their Granny had told them stories about the outcome of weather like this and how she survived it as a filly, but Applejack had never seen it herself. AJ turned on her heels and dashed in the opposite direction with the stallion at her side. Applejack gave Big Macintosh 'the look' and he returned his surprisingly frantic gaze. The floorboards creaked under his powerful, heavy build. As she approached the barn door in a rush, the muscular red stallion was dashing out, nearly running her over. Bewildered, she turned and galloped to the barn, fresh mud clinging to her hooves. She had only slept for about forty minutes.

The confused mare groggily stood up and tilted her head up, watching the clouds. Startlingly cold rain fell rapidly from the clouded sky.

Wind swirled and light chunks of an icy substance began to descend from above. 'That darn filly can snooze through anythin', that youngin'!' Granny Smith would say.Ī crackling sound reverberated across the sky after a powerful strike of lightning, startling the farm pony. Who slept the entire time? - a little filly named Applejack, of course! Once, a hurricane while bellowing mighty roars of power across the farm and everypony crowded into the cellar. A cool, refreshing breeze pulled her into a comfortable slumber that swayed her busy mind and body.ĪJ was a heavy sleeper, at least, Granny said so. The pony felt her body grow limp and numb. The black void of sleep swallowed her whole. Applejack always thought her brother overworked himself, but when she brought it to his attention he would disagree and wave her off like a tiny flea.Īpplejack's thoughts slowly grew softer and quieter. Macintosh had left to finish cleaning up the barn and organize some tools. She allowed her eyes to slowly drift shut as she heard the barn door swing close. The stallion, despite the heat, remained wearing his heavy, smooth leather yoke. His orange mane whisked in the light gusts blowing in. The orange cowpony glanced over at her brother, whom leaned against the barn doors. Luckily, the sunset brought a nice breeze along, rustling the plants and cooling off the fatigued mare.Īnd yet, even on a seemingly perfect day, something would go horribly wrong. The soft grass brushed and tickled against her fur, which was moist with fresh sweat. The Cutie Mark Crusaders we're just returning from school, and as the three fillies sang and played about, there was an awkward and eerie feeling in the air.Īpplejack, whom was feeling rather exhausted from chores, rested beside a white picket fence.

The birds silently fluttered into their nests. The sun was setting in the sky, painting the previously vast blueness a luxurious crimson, violet, and gold.

My little pony applejack and applebloom