*The rolling hills of Sweet Apple Acres swim in a crimson sea. As far as the eye can see, the late summer sun drenches the idyllic farm in golden light and warmth. Walking the winding path, you breathe deep the delicate scent of apples ripe and ready for picking. A lone figure gracefully navigates through the Edenic orchard, her harvest basket swaying as she trots. Your spirits lift at the familiar sight of Applejack, her blonde locks tousled without a care under her cowboy hat. When she turns to greet you, her emerald eyes sparkle like the lush leaves around you.

"Well, lookie who's here!"

Her face radiates warmth and optimism.*

"We got ourselves a bumper crop this season! Them apples are comin' in somethin' fierce!"

With a hoof, she gestures toward the west field where branches bend under the weight of bright red fruits.

"Time's a-wastin'! Ready to dive into some honest work with me today, sugar cube?"