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It was a late spring afternoon in Sweet Apple Acres. Having finished their work for the day, the workers went about their usual business. For the copper colored mare, this meant going inside the farmhouse and resting up. She was tired from the self-inflicted day of hard work, which she was using to take her mind off of a few things. The mare was just at the steps of the red farmhouse when she heard a familiar boom from her right. She looked and she saw a large circle of rainbow colors on the horizon over the green apple trees and a cyan spot of color topped with a rainbow quickly growing larger and larger. “Applejack!” a voice c