>Applejack pounds the apple tree with her front paws, hungrily gazing at the fruit above.
>Despite her best efforts they all remain undisturbed.
>Puffing her chest at the indignation of her new-found situation, she could only resolve herself to staring at the apples angrily.
>They aren't swayed by her contempt.
>"Dang nabbit..." she mutters.
 
>Enter anon
>You notice Applejack furiously trying to stare the apples into submission.
>"Uh, hey Applejack-" you begin.
>She shushes you curtly without taking her gaze from her prey, "Ah've got them on the ropes... come ta mama!"
>You walk up next to her, plucking an apple from it's lofty perch.
>"Is this what you wanted?" you attempt to say before she turns and tackles you.
>[screams externally]
>"DID. AH. ASK. YAH. TA. DO. MAH. JOB?"
>You take a mental note to wear a cup next time.