Listen to Granny

            “Oh there you are youngin’! Yer Mama was lookin’ all over for yah.” Arkansas yelped as Applejack reached out for her. She buried herself beneath Granny’s hooves. “What in tarnation?”

            “Don’t touch her! You an’ me need t’have a chat!” Applejack looked confused. “Is Apple Bloom here?!”

            “Granny!” Apple Bloom grinned, running around the corner. She went to hug Granny Smith but the old pony slapped her hooves away. “What…”

            “You both listen here!” Granny growled, “This youngin’ here got exposed to too much too quick, now. Apple Bloom yah threw’er to the wolves! And Applejack you hold yer tongue ‘bout her Daddy cuz ah know that’s what you were yammerin’ about!”

            “But Granny,” Applejack whined.

            “Ah didn’t mean ta…” Apple Bloom huffed sheepishly.

            “Hush!” Granny wrapped her hoof around Arkansas. “Now this little filly’s shy as  an apple is red! An’ you didn’t stay with her and introduce’er to yer kin properly? Apple Bloom, you should know better!”

            “Yes Granny,” Apple Bloom mumbled.

            “And Applejack if you don’t watch yer tongue ah’m gonna rip it out an’ feed it t’th’timber wolves! Is that clear!?”

            “Yes Granny…” Arkansas giggled and peered up at the stern pony before her. Granny’s features softened and she gave Arkansas a tiny, loving peck on her horn before standing and approaching Apple Bloom. She lifted an old hoof to the girl’s face and she gave a chuckle.

            “Welcome home, Apple Bloom,” she said softly. Apple Bloom smirked and hugged her grandmother tightly.

            “Ah missed yah too Granny,” she said. Granny sighed.

            “Now…” Her voice hiked up. “YOU GOT FIVE YEARS WORTH’A CHORES T’CATCH UP ON YAH SILLY FILLY! NOW WARSH UP AN’ SET THAT TABLE NOW!”

            “Y-yes Granny!!!!” Apple Bloom yelped, bounding towards the kitchen. Granny winked at Arkansas.

            “Let’s get you washed up too, okay?” She said.