The bright sun shining on you and the fresh air blowing through your mane has certainly put you in the mood for some of nature's finest! An orange haired pony seems to be selling carrots and carrot juice, so you stop by her first.
"Hello there Miss!" She says, with a warm smile, "Interested in some of Carrot Top's Carrots?"
"Yes please!" You say, "I'll take two of your freshest, and a cup of Carrot juice too!"
Carrot Top turns to the wagon of veggies behind her stand and grabs two bright orange veggies, holding them in her teeth by the greens. She slaps them down on the counter, and nudges a paper cup over to a jug containing the creamy orange brew. She bites down on the tap, the juice flows out, and she passes the cup over as well. You're just about to reach into your saddlebag to pay, when Carrot Top asks,
"Hey, are you from around here?"
"Oh, no, I'm Orange Cream. I just arrived here today."
"Well shoot, consider these on the house!"
You smile and scoop up the snacks, carefully placing the cup on your back to carry it. After thanking the kind mare, you find a nice little spot by a tree to enjoy them. And you do enjoy them. You start on one of the carrots, and get a little too excited, nearly choking on it. You slow your pace, savoring the feeling of the carrot chunks sliding down your throat. They were rich and crunchy, the best carrots you'd ever had, and so delicious your mouth was overflowing with drool.
You grab the cup with your teeth, and tilt your head back, guzzling down the sweet juices. The carrot juice washes down the meal nicely, and you let out a satisfied sigh. Though you're not entirely full yet.
You look around the marketplace for another veggie stand, but instead come across an apple cart, one without an owner. You glance up one side of the market, then the other, and no one in sight seems to take notice of the unmanned cart. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you snatch up an apple in your mouth, and are surprised by how deliciously juicy they turn out to be! This place has the best produce around, you have to say. You throw your head up and catch the apple in your mouth, crunching it with one quick bite. Sweetest thing you've ever tasted, without a doubt. You wipe some of the drool and applejuice from your lips, and are just about to leave when you hear,
"What in tarnation do you think you're doing stealing mah apples?"
You freeze up, caught red-handed as it were. You turn around to your captor, who is...
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