Applejack and Pinkie's hooves crunched under the fresh snow, Pinkie's bouncing making a crunch every two seconds or so. After a while, they arrived at the place where they were selling trees. Pinkie started looking around right away.

"How about this one, Applejack?!"

"Naw, it's got a bare spot."

"This one?"

"Lopsided."

"This one over here?"

"You've gotta look at a tree before you decide, Pinkie. We've gotta get the perfect one, one that's-"

Out of the corner of her eye, Applejack saw a scrawny little tree where the moonlight was shining.

"This one right here is perfect."

Pinkie looked strange at her.

"Are you sure?"

"This one ain't bad at all. It's just underrated. I bet if we love it some, it'll be as great as Bloomberg." Applejack hugged the tree and got pine needles in her mane. "Did ya' bring the axe?"

"What axe?"

"Okay, one, two, three!"

Applejack pulled on Pinkie's tail, and it started a chainsaw with her teeth that crunched right through the tree's trunk and brought it down with a tiny crunch in the snow, not even giving Applejack enough time to say "Timber".

"Now, let's get this baby home!"

Pinkie shook the tree bark out of her mouth.

"Be sure to brush your teeth tonight, Pinkie."