The applefarmer stared at the ground, looking bereft...

"Wha's wron', A.J.?" Spamcan asked.

"Tomorrow s'pposed th' be th' annual Apple Family Reunion..." Applejack sighed.

"An'?"

"Well, with th' world endin' today... I don' 'now how we're goin' ta hold it..."

The big goods engine rolled his eyes in vexed manner.

"Oh, fo' God's... Ya don' hones'ly BELIEVE in dis shi', do ya?!"

The mare lowered her head.

"Ah don' 'now, Sugahcab..." she muttered "With all th' rumors goin' around..."

"Stop righ' dere!" the diesel called out "Tha's i'! Rumors! THA'S exactly wha' dey are!"

The mare was perplexed.

"Bu'... Th' ancient ponies!"

"That's righ'! ANCIENT! Which mea's we CANNO' 'NO' wha' dey EXAC'LY wan'ed!" D199 snapped "I's mo' li'ely tha' dey ran ou' o' space, o' wan'ed th' calendar th' end a' a nice, roun' numbah..."

The cowmare's eyes widened...

"Ya 'now... Ah haven' though' o' that!"

"Hmph. An' why no'?"

The mare scratched her head, kicking the dust with her other hoof.

"It's all... Science an' history stuff... Ah was nevah really good with those..."

"I can tell..." Spamcan grinned "Yer brothe' tol' me ya nearly flun'ed 'em in eigh' grade..."

"...DID he?" she asked, angrily...

"ANYWAYS..." the engine interrupted her oncoming rage "Ya shoul'n' worry 'bou' i'... Th' worl' is NOT going t' end today... OR tomorro'..."

"Bu'... All tha' chattin' abou' a "new age"..."

"Oh, fo' fuck sake!" the diesel snapped "Yer no' makin' dis easy, A.J.!"

The mare looked at him, surprised by his outburst, as he continued:

"Jus' ge' i' in yer thic' head: I's. NOT. A new age. Fo' US. I's th' beginning o' a new CELESTIAL era!"

"Tha's exac'ly mah point!" Applejack snapped "Th' Princesses...!"

"I mea's th' dere will be a change on inte'stella' levels! Constellations changing place an' shape an' shi'! Barely any o' i' would affect US!"

"Yah mean...?"

"Yeah! I's far beyond the Pri'cesses!" he sighed "Dey're bound to DIS planet! DIS solar system! Nothin's gonna change, no matter wha' fanatics and religionous fundamentalis' say!"

"...Wha...?"

"Ugh, neve'mind! Poin' is, don' worry! Th' worl' ISN'T ending! I's just some change on th' grea'er scheme o' thin's tha' WON'T affect us!"

The mare thought for some time...

Then smiled.

Gently, she snuggled up to the side of the big diesel, her furry head pressing against his lukewarm, metallic hide.

"Thank you, Spamcan..." she smiled.

"Yer very welcom'..." the engine sighed, glad that the whole ordeal was over...

They stayed like that for some time.

"Don' ya have a family reunion ta organize?"

"...Horseapples, yer right!"

As the mare galloped off, Spamcan stared after her.

Once he was out of sight, he allowed himself to smile, as he glanced up into the sky...

"Pfff! "END of th' World because of some antediluvian, sob stuffed grindstone, my ARSE!" he thought.

THE END

Author's Notes:

This was made WAAAAY back in 2012.