"Cider! Getcher hot apple cider! Fresh squeezed this mornin' from Sweet Apple Acres!" The call's coming from a stand set up at the edge of the open space at the center of town, staffed by two earth ponies--a mare with an orange pelt and a hulking red stallion.
"Apple Jack? Big Macintosh?" Twilight sounds surprised. "What are you two doing here? I thought the Cakes were doing the catering this year."
"They are," says the orange mare. "But mah big brother here managed to talk th' Mayor into lettin' us serve our family's special cider. Ain't that right, Big Mac?"
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"Cider! Getcher hot apple cider! Fresh squeezed this mornin' from Sweet Apple Acres!" The call's coming from a stand set up at the edge of the open space at the center of town, staffed by two earth ponies--a mare with an orange pelt and a hulking red stallion.
"Apple Jack? Big Macintosh?" Twilight sounds surprised. "What are you two doing here? I thought the Cakes were doing the catering this year."
"They are," says the orange mare. "But mah big brother here managed to talk th' Mayor into lettin' us serve our family's special cider. Ain't that right, Big Mac?"
"Eeyup." The stallion is quietly smug.