[AJ huffs, squirming lightly. One eye peeks out from under the brim of her hat.
Oh. It's Twilight.
Good mor--
Applejack scrambles to her feet so quickly that her hat topples from her head. She presses herself flat against the tree, her eyes white and her face pale.]
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Oh. It's Twilight.
Good mor--
Applejack scrambles to her feet so quickly that her hat topples from her head. She presses herself flat against the tree, her eyes white and her face pale.]
W-what in tarnation are you doin' here!?