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The Tickle War of the Two Apple BrothersIt was the start of wintertime in Equestria, especially in Ponyville. Pegasi were shaking clouds outside to make it snow, Unicorns were freezing the water to solid ice in the ponds, and Earth ponies were struggling to harvest their crops if any. This was especially true for Sweet Apple Acres, owned by Applejack herself. She just had two young colts before the current time, named Bucky and Bismarck. The two young colts were in their room watching their mom, aunt Applebloom, and Uncle Macintosh doing some last minute apple bucking, to get enough food for the winter.
"They look so busy...", Bismarck said as he watched their family working. Bismarck was the elder colt of the two brothers. He had an orange coat with dark-brownish-orange mane and tail. He had triangular freckles just like his mother and his uncle, not to mention his granny smith apple colored eyes that he inherited from his mother. He was also just like his mother, honest, trustworthy, hard-working, and family oriented. He h
Berry's Cutie Mark Story
Berry looked over the edge of the bunk bed to see Cherry sleeping. Berry decided to not wake her up this time after the party their mom had the night before for Gummy's 7th birthday party. Berry got down from the bunk bed and went downstairs to make some breakfast. He got the cereal and bowl from the cupboard. He put them on the table and opened the fridge to find his mom where the milk was.
“I knew you would wake up first. You always do.” Pinkie Pie said with a smile.
Berry sighed as he watched his mom climb out of the fridge and gave him a good morning hug.
“Cherry's still sleeping mom. Should I wake her up?” Berry asked, ready to wake her with the biggest surprise yet.
“We can let her sleep in, she was the life of the party last night. Of course she is going to be tired.”
Berry got the milk from the fridge and poured his cereal. He started to eat when his mom asked the question.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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