At Sweet Apple Acres, the Apple family was preparing for the winter by bucking all the trees, but Apple Bloom, behaving like some whiny Jewish pony, was doing nothing. Granny Smith was not pleased.
"Come on, Apple Bloom!" she shouted. "Pick it up, darlin'! These trees ain't gonna buck themselves!"
"You know, I ain't feelin' like doin' the apple buckin' thing today," whimpered Apple Bloom. "I don't know."
"No apples, no supper," said Granny Smith sternly.
"What's the deal here?" Apple Bloom asked. "Is there some deficit of apple juice at the grocery store or a shortage of worms for fishin'?"
Applejack trotted up to her younger sister. "Apple Bloom," she said, "eat a Snickers."
"Why?" asked Apple Bloom.
"Because you get a little bit whiny when you're hungry," answered Applejack, so Apple Bloom took a bite and became herself again. "Better?"
"Better."
Behind her was Big Mac, now a whiny Jewish pony himself. "Hey!" he yelled. "My back hurts!" Suddenly a pile of apples, bucked by a now enthusiastic Apple Bloom, rained on him, several of which made a strong impact on his head. "Now my head hurts," he said.
You're not you when you're hungry. Snickers satisfies.
