Rarity reached up and grabbed the top of the left boot, slowly pulling it down and off. “I don’t have time to argue the point.” Applejack growled. I just had a manicure, the last thing I need is mud on my hands.” Rarity said.Īpplejack gulped, what she was about to say would be hard, but she knew she didn’t have time to argue the point. “What’s the problem?” Applejack demanded, she could feel her fingers slipping slightly. “No, no, no.” She said, quickly withdrawing them. “I have an idea.” She stood up on top of the crate and reached up, placing her palms on the soles of Applejack’s boots. “It’s not powerful enough.” She looked around and dragged over an empty crate. “I can’t use my magic.” Rarity said, walking over. She could feel her oversized boots slipping off her feet as she hung there. “Well, use your magic and get me out of here!” Applejack shouted, kicking her legs. “I can’t.” Rarity said, looking at the ladder. “Don’t just stand there gawking, get the ladder back up.” “I told you it wouldn’t hold.” Rarity shouted over the noise, coughing in the dust cloud raised by the thunderous collapse.Īpplejack had managed to grab the edge of the loft and was clinging on. Rarity leapt back as the ladder crashed to the floor, boards flying everywhere. The nails holding the ladder to the wall came out and the ladder began to swing away. “Gah!” She cried out as her boots dropped onto the step below, which also gave way. But the sudden change of weight was too much for the weakened ladder.
Rarity watched as Applejack stood up on her toes to grab the saw. She leaned forward as far as she could to grab a saw. What she couldn’t see however was the board under her feet slowly giving way and the nails keeping the ladder up slowly bending out of place. The ladder creaked loudly as she leaned forward to grab the next tool. Rarity caught the tool with her magic and set it aside, listening to the ladder creak as Applejack shifted her weight. She grabbed a hammer and dropped it down to Rarity. She stood on the third rung from the top and began to fumble through the hay and old tools that had been left on the loft. “Don’t worry, it’s nailed up.” Applejack said, climbing up higher towards the loft. “Do you want me to hold it for you?” She asked. Rarity stepped over and stood at the base of the ladder as Applejack climbed. “Yet.” She mumbled at the solid creak it gave. “It’s been here for years and it hasn’t failed me yet.” Applejack said, putting her booted foot on the first rung of the ladder. It looked rotted and almost on the verge of disintegration. “Are you sure that will hold you?” She asked. Rarity rolled her eyes and followed Applejack inside the barn. “Just stand at the bottom of the ladder and catch the tools I toss down to you.”
#Mlp eg base applejack mac#
“Big Mac is working in the fields and your magic might come in handy.” She opened the barn door. “Yes, but you’re my last hope.” Applejack said. On her feet she wore some new work boots, but they were new, so they were slightly loose. And to be honest, you should have picked something a little more suitable to wear.” She pointed down at her own clothes.Īpplejack was wearing her standard farm working gear, which consisted of jeans, a light shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her usual stetson. “Rainbow Dash is on weather patrol today and the others are all busy. “As I said before.” Applejack said, looking back. Her high heels dug into the dirt paths, causing her to stumble every so often. Rarity was wearing a designer dress of her own design, a costume more suited to be at a fashion parade rather than on a farm. “Surely Rainbow Dash would be a much better candidate.” I still don’t quiet understand why you chose me to do this.” Rarity said as she followed Applejack towards the Apple family barn. Rarity is drafted in to help Applejack with some work in the barn, but after a slip up, things get very tickly.
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