Chapter 3

Finally, Bumblebee was able to gather up his nerve at a party that Streak was holding with her brother, who'd come to town.

"Um…Applejack?"

She turned around. "What is it, Bumble?"

"I, um…I have something for you."

She cocked her head, but followed him outside.

There it sat, glistening in its entire splendor: the apple cart that he and Apple Bloom had made.

"Well, I'll be! Bumble, you made this for me?"

"Uh…Apple Bloom helped, but…yeah." He bobbed his head in embarrassment.

"Aw, shoot, you didn't have to go to all this trouble!"

"I wanted to…because…" Bumblebee flipped his hat off, abandoning his only defense. "Because I…I love you, Applejack."

Applejack stared at him for a second. Then she smiled. "Well, shoot," she repeated. "You're sweet, Bumblebee."