Big Macintosh sat at Granny Smiths grave paying his respects to his grandmother. She past quite a while ago but still liked to go visit every now and then, especialy with Zap Apple season coming to an end. Thankfully she taught Fluttershy before hand when Apple Bloom decided to move to Fillyfornia to build sets. He was just glad that Granny Smith was in a better place with his parents and Apple Bloom was fallowing her dream. He, Applejack and Fluttershy can tend to the farm no problem.
"Ya ain't nothin' but a yeller' belly!" came a shout from the club house.
Big Macintosh rolled his eyes wondering what was going on this time. He made his way towards the club house. At the bottom of the tree there was a light green earth colt with a light brown main yelling at a light golden pegesus filly with a light pink main, an oarnge strip going down it.
"Cider what have Ah told ya about fighten' with your sister?" Big Macintosh asked.
"But Pa she's such a scardy cat!" Cider complained. "All Ah did was toss an apple at her and she started gettin' all worked up fer' nuttin'!"
"Ah don' like bein' scared Cider an' ya know it," said the little filly.
"Why do I have ta have Sweet Pea as my older sister Pa?" Cider asked a bit upset about his family as usual. "Why can't she be more like Aunt Applejack?"
"'Cause she wouldn't be yer sister," Big Macintosh explained. "Son the ponies in our lives are the way they are fer a reson."
"Then why is she like that?"
Big Macintosh shruged before lying down and letting his two foals climb on his back.
"Maybe we need more ponies like your mother. Only Celestia and Luna know that answer," He said as he got up and started walking to the house.
"Alright then why did ya have ta go an marry Ma? Couldn't ya have found somepony braver?"
Big Macintosh just shook his head. He understood Cider being an adventuras colt but he coudn't understand why he had such a grudge aginst Fluttershy.
"Ya watch your mouth! She is yer Ma an' if it wasn't fer her ya wouldn't be here taday!"
Cider pondered this for a second before going on.
"Ah would too! Ah'd just have somepony else as my ma!"
"If it were up to yer Aunt Apple Bloom you'd be Miss. Cheerilee's son."
"What?" asked Sweer Pea.
"Ya sain' that Aunt Apple Bloom tryed to get you and the school teacher hitched?" asked Cider.
"Eeeyup," Big Mac said with a chuckle. "Fixed up what she thought was a love potion too."