Applejack wiggled her leg, making sure the apples strapped to her saddle were secure before she set off. "Then follow me!"

She led him across the field to a carefully cleared space on one end, the first signs of a young tree finally poking through the soil. She couldn't help but smile at it. "Morgan used his fancy magic on it to hurry it along---we've got other seeds growin' the old way, but this one'll be full grown and have apples in a week or so."