Young anon day 12

>The next day affords you little in the way of relief.
>Not only do you have to do all the chores, filling in for Mac with Applejack as best as you can, Golden Harvest showed up.
>She just…watches.
“Is there something wrong?”
>”No, go on, keep on what you’ve got going.”
>”Anon, hurry up, Ah’m reachin th last tree!”
“Ah’m on it, AJ!”
>Once the chores were completed, you and Applejack try to decide who watches Applebloom today.
“Ah watched her yesterday, so it should be your turn today.”
>”Fair’s fair Anon, and Ah know it’s fair, but you cain’t buck, so if we want anythin done, you’ve gotta watch ‘er.”
>You scrunch your face up.
“But, Ah only caint buck cuz Ah’m not strong enough yet…”
>”I’m sure you’re very strong, Anon.”
>Your two-p0ny huddle has a third.
“Maybe we should play for it.”
>”What do ya have in mahnd?”
“Rock paper scissors.”
>Your grin only widens as you explain the game’s rules to her.
>”Ya know what? Yer on, Anon!”
>Rock!
>Paper!
>Scissors!

>You lost.
>You aren’t sure why, but you lost.
>You pretty much were sure she could only use rock, but then if she accepted she must have a trick up her nonexistent sleeve! She knew you knew she would pick rock, and so you would be paper, and she’d pull out a scissors! So of course you would pick rock instead! But then she’s also be rock and you would tie. You decided to pull a fast one on her and pick scissors.
“Ah jus don’ know what went wrong…”
>”Ah picked rock, Anon. Ah’m pretty sure it beats ya.”
>”And I picked paper!”
>Golden Harvest has a sheet of paper in her mouth.
>”We all win!”
>She claps her hooves together in short bursts, keeping her balance.
>”It was really jus between me an mah brother here, Gold’n.”
“Yeah, so as agreed, Ah’ll watch Applebloom, and you’ll buck trees.”
>”Now hold on a minute, we ain’t workin all day. When Ah’m not in the fields, Ah’ll come in an swap.”
“Really?”
>”Said Ah would, didn’ Ah?”
>”She did!”
>You and Applejack facepalm/hoof respectively.
>”So! Uh…Golden Harvest, dontcha got some work t’do on yer family’s farm? Ah don mean to be rude, but Ah think its odd yer over here instead of over there.”
>”Well usually I would, but only flowers are in bloom at this season, everything else we grow won’t be ready until fall. So that means I’m here to stay with my neighbors and best friends!”
>”Eehhhh…”
“Eehhhh…”
>Are you supposed to be mean here? Seriously. You’re a man, man up!
“Well, Ah’m goin insahd now. Good luck, AJ!”
>”Ah ain’t the one who’ll need some luck.”
>AJ smiles and skips off to Granny Smith to figure out what needs doing today, chuckling all the way.
>You head into the house, only to stop at the door as you hear the soft clip-clop of filly hooves.
“Golden, why are ya following me?”
>”To help out! Or maybe we could play together! It’s so boring alone at home. Hey, you wanna play house? We can both take care of Applebloom!”
“No offense, but it’s more of a ME thing.”
>Why are you being defensive over a baby?
>”Okay.”
>You walk inside, and she still follows you.
“Ah thought you said ok.”
>”I did.”
“So…why are you still here?”
>”You’ll care for Applebloom, and then we can play!”
>You sigh.
“And just what kinda game could you possibly have in mahnd? House is boring enough as is, if ya didn’ notice, that’s sorta what Ah’m doin without playing.”
>”Well…I have a few ideas…”

>”Die monshter, you don’t belong in thish world!”
“It was not by mah hoof that ah was once again given flesh! Ah was called here by ponies who wished to give ME tribyoot!”
>So it turns out Golden Harvest has quite the imagination. And hey, there are vampire stories here too!
>Thankfully, they’re JUST stories.
>”Tribute? You shteal their shoulsh, and make them your shlavesh!”
“Perhaps th same could be said of all in power.”
>You were Dracula, the prince of vampires, and she was Rider Belmont, vampire hunter.
>She has a whip in her mouth made from clean laundry, and you have your cape wrapped up over your face on top of a cushion throne.
>Applebloom is your enraptured thrall, and also audience.
>She likes it, who are you to complain?
>”Your wordsh are ash empty ash your shoul, p0nykind ill needsh a shavior shuch ash you!”
“An what is a p0ny? A mis’rable little pile of secrets! But enough talk, ‘ave atchu!”
>She wields her trusty vampire slayer (socks tied together) at you and you teleport out of the way.
“Teleport!”
>She freezes so you can move.
>You appear (walk around) behind her and then fling a couple of balled up shirts, which she intercepts with the whip, then swings it to hit your head.
>Good thing it’s just socks.
>Applebloom gasps and giggles at the display.
>She throws a cross (carrot) at you, but you “Teleport!” and duck it, walking around her, picking up the shirts on the way.
>When you “reappear” you fling the shirts again.
>This time she darts to the side and grabs her holy water (spray bottle) and aims it at you.
>Squirt squirt.
>DIRECT HIT TO THE EYES!
“Ahhhh, it buuurrrrnssss!”
>You dramatically flail about and then grab a bunch of the leftover clothes and pile them on top of you, “transforming” into a demon.
“Know mah true form, an despair!”
>”Hydro Storm!”
>She unscrews the top with a flick of her hoof and dumps the bottle on you, defeating your soaked form instantly.
“No! This cannot be!”

“Okay, Hydro Storm is cheap.”
>”Well I can only do it once. What if I missed?”
“You didn’t.”
>She giggles.
>”Well it was fun, what next?”
“Well maybe Ah could get permission to take Applebloom out in a stroller if Ah showered first.”
>”We could go to the park! Or maybe down by the lake!”
>A lake, huh? You know how to fun at a lake!

>After a change of clothes, a shower and an application of sunscreen you are pushing Applebloom in the stroller towards the lake, a humming Golden Harvest beside you.
>”So what did you want to do?”
“Ah wanna skip rocks!”
>Being the only one with hands around, you figured yourself safe in the top position for skipping stones.
>”Oh, I know how to do that!”
>You raise an eyebrow.
>”Really, I do!”
“Suuuure.”
>Once you were at the lake, you lock the stroller’s wheels in place and immediately seek out the smoothest stones.
>Once you had amassed a pile of 10, you angled yourself for the longest stretch of lake.
>Golden Harvest is already in that position.
“What?”
>”I said I knew.”
>She has a pristine pile of perfect six skipping stones.
>She lifts one with her hoof and chucks it with a spin, amassing 5 skips.
>”Told you.”
“But…no fingers…hooves…what?”
>”I learned. It’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it.”
>You and Golden skip stones for a good half hour.
>Most of them ending dead center of the lake, there was no retrieval process.
>You didn’t have swimming trunks yet. That must soon be rectified.
>Eventually you can see a few other ponies walking b on the opposite side.
>A colt and two mares stop and snag the rocks with their magic and begin skipping the rocks back.
“Magic? Tha’s unfair.”
>”So’s fingers if you think about it.”
“Hmm…okay.”
>Eventually more rocks keep getting all the way across the lake to the other parties.
>Only stopping to care for Applebloom (sleeping like a rock right now) you are determined to fit more skips into the distance and also clear the lake.
>With a mighty plunk, you fail spectacularly.
>The other side of the lake laughs and continues.

>After an hour, the game has gotten boring
>You never did top 12 skips that the unicorn on the other side did.
“Well tahm to go home.”
>”But it isn’t even noon yet.”
“Ah didn bring Applebloom’s food, so Ah gotta go back anyway.”

>After lunch, Applejack stayed inside with Applebloom and you went to the barn to sort all the apples they got that day.
>There is a lot of apples.
“Ah cain’t believe ah tried to compete fer doin this all day.”
>”Well you aren’t alo-“
>You hear a bell.
>”Or you are, I have to go home. That’s my mom. Bye Anon!”
>You grimace and look back to the appalling amount of apples.
“Oh joy. Ah finally wan er around ta help an she leaves.”
>Such is life in the zone of Equestria.