Me: If I owned My Little Pony, several ships would be cannon and a lot of people would be dead. So, instead, Hasbro owns it!
*Thoughts*
"Speech"
An Apple's Confession
Applejack trotted nervously up the pathway to her farmhouse.
*Alright ya'll, today's the day. Ya gotta get this off yer chest.*
She paused at the door.
She removed the stetson off of her head and held it in her hooves.
*Just remember what Pap told ya. Honesty is the best policy.*
Placing it back on her head, the orange earth-pony inhaled and entered the house.
Seated within were the four members of her immediate family.
All looked up at her.
"Alright ya'll, I assume yer wonderin' why I gathered every one of ya here."
"Eyeup."
"Darn tootin'! This better be important, dadgumnit, I'm missin' mah afternoon nap!"
"What's goin' on, Applejack?"
She held up a hoof, silencing them.
She sighed.
"Now, as ya'll know, the Apple Family is one of tradition."
She turned her head, facing the window.
"And in all them traditions, one stands out ta me."
Her orange eyelids closed.
She turned, facing them all.
She lowered her head.
"One I..."
She looked up at them, removing the hat from her head once more and placing it over her chest.
"...Have broken."
A gasp echoed in the room.
Granny Smith glared at her granddaughter.
"Why didn't ya'll tell us sooner?!"
Applejack sighed.
"I..."
She wagged her head back and forth.
Big Mac and Applebloom shared a glance.
"Sis? Which one was it?" The youngest Apple questioned.
Tears stung the sides of Applejack's eyes. She clamped them shut and yanked her head away with a whimper.
She finally spat it out.
"Idon'tlikeCountryStyleMusic."
A collective gasp filled the room.
Granny Smith's forehooves shot up to her chest, checking for her heartbeat; Big Mac rocked back and forth, dizzy: Applebloom's jaw hung open.
"I like Rock Music."
Everyone fainted.
And that ends it!
Thanks for reading!