[Applejack is standing under a tree, her gaze locked on a single red apple hanging from a branch. She grits her teeth. Dumb human body. If she was a pony, this wouldn't be any problem at all. But damnit, she was hungry. She had to try.]
Alright, Applejack. It's just like back home. Nice an' easy, no problem.
[She backs up a couple steps, before
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