“Hey now, Apple Bloom!” Granny Smith shouted out of the window. “I told you to bring’em apples for bakin’ an hour ago!”
Apple Bloom was chattering with Sweetie and Scootaloo at the entrance gate.
“Right away, we’re on it!” she responded and the three galloped off, aiming for the clubhouse.
Stepping in, they were greeted by Applejack and her freezing stare.
“So that’s how you help the family, eh, Apple Bloom?” she started.
“Granny Smith says you’re the lost generation to the family. Better make up for it, little sister”
Apple Bloom’s eyes were suddenly flooded by tears of guilt.