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In the Pastures
Near the vatican, in their large pens by the river, Chancellor looks over his herds. The six-legged cows are flourishing, the deer seem fine, and the furry, predatory swine are...irritable, but well.
He waits for his expected visitor.
He waits for his expected visitor.
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She trotted right up to the Chancellor, tipping her hat to him. "Well how do you do, Chancellor? It's Applejack. You've got some mighty interesting cattle."
Not that six-legged cows were too much stranger than the two-legged beings that ruled this place.
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Because milk and apples very clearly went together. She trotted around the cows, looking for all the world like she belonged as part of the cattle herd too.
"Uh...delicate question, but how much fertilizer are they making?" Not that she demanded more, really. She was just curious about his workload in cleaning up.
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"Want me just shovel this mess right up? It'll be done lickety split."
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Minutes later, when everything was bundled up as best she could, she trotted over to carefully wash her hooves without infecting the river.
"I think that's all for today, 'less you need anything else."