>The morning dew is present in the grasses surrounding Sweet Apple Acres as Celestia’s yellow sun rises from the west
>It’s time for you to awaken
>A new day of work
>Attempting to autistically roll out of bed you unceremoniously clash with the ground
>Heh…
>Man this shit is exhausting
>Throwing on the same working clothes as yesterday you prepare to face the hard day ahead
>You’ve only been on this pony world for a short while, but one thing is clear
>Apples are a good business m8
>Imagine the ranching gig and the farming industry banded together
>Cracking open the door a waft of authentic apple family cooking flows right into your sinuses
>Nothing like apples for 16 days in a row
>Forcing your sore body down the stair case you get a full view of the apple family
>Granny smith, the aged and skillful mare. Probably the only one you’d trust with making anything
>Applejack, the vigorous and young mare. Major passion for kicking shit. Do not let her kick you
>Applebloom, a lot like her sister! You can probably let her kick you… probably not
>Bigmac, Big and red, likes moving shit. Kicking is bad
>Overall? Nice family [spoiler] do not let them kick you [/spoiler]
>Taking a seat nearest to Granny smith you glance down at the plate in front of you
>Apple flavored pancakes, no syrup, and a piping hot apple fritter
>Yum
>”So uh, mornin’ anon!”
>Nice going retard. You really ought to speak with the ponies giving you a employment AND a place to stay
“Morning! I’m just a bit starved; mind the bold human with a veracious stomach!”
>Loudly putting a chunk of pancake into your mouth you get a giggle out of applebloom
>It’s always nice to make that rambunctious filly happy
>”Jokes this early Anon? Maybe I ought ta’ work you harder!”
>Recoiling from Granny’s statement and putting down your fork, rolling your head to give her a solid pair of puppy dog eyes
>”Oh quit it you ninny, you’ve got a good bit of work this morning”
>”Eeeeyup”
>”Sure betcha!”
>The family is linked on some kind of apple fueled telepathic communications array
>Applebloom couldn’t really get out a sentence, on account of her chortling
>Setting down your fork you face the family, softly exhaling and taking a swig of virgin cider
“Alrighty, what’s on the day’s agenda?”
>”South orchard second plot needs to be picked, no kicking on account of dem’ old trees. Mac will be helpin’ ya with that”
>”Eeeyup!”
“Sounds easy enough, what will you folks be doing?”
>”Will be teachen’ bloom how to operate the new tractor. It’s a stubborn one alright, but no doubts we can get er’ runnin”
>”Yeah! It’s really fun to drive! Can Anon try it sis?”
“Bah, I’ve driven plenty of tractors back where I’m from, no problemao”
>You have never driven a single tractor in your life
>”Well… if you say so Anon, meet us up at the farmhouse in a few hours”
>This filly will utterly reck you in tractor operations. Shits probably magic powered
>”Don’t have too much fun now Anon. You got sum’ hard workin ta do!”
“Ya, ya. I’ll be out in a minute Granny, just gotta finish my cider”
>Taking one last gulp of the shamefully small cup, you duck your head through the small door and begin the journey to the southern field. Bigmac in tow.