Twilight went for a leisurely stroll through Sweet Apple Acres. The bright sunlight felt nice on her petite wings, and the cool breeze felt nice on her well-kempt mane.

Her ear flicked. The sound of crying wafted through the air. Twilight knew that she had to help whoever this pony was, and so she bounded heroically towards the sound.

Twilight gasped. Applejack was slumped near a tree, apples scattered haphazardly near her.

"What's wrong, AJ?" Twilight asked.

"Oh, Princess Twilight, it's just terrible!" Applejack sobbed. "Big Mac got himself injured, and now there's nopony ta help me with the apple harvest! I'm too weak to do it all by myself—applebuck season is ruined!" AJ wiped the tears from her face, but it was a futile gesture, more replacing them in moments.

"Oh, don't be absurd, AJ! I can help you harvest the apples."

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"I already did!" Twilight waved a hoof behind her, and sure enough, all the apples had been neatly teleported into baskets, ready for collection.

Applejack flung her arms around Twilight. "Oh, Twilight! Yer so generous! I don't deserve a friend like you!"

"Don't be silly, AJ. I'm the one who doesn't deserve a friend like you."

"Yer just sayin' that," Applejack muttered. "But don'tcha worry, I got just the way ta thank you for it. From now on 'Applebuck Season' will be called 'Twilight Season.'"

Twilight blushed, her natural modesty and humble origins overwhelming her face. "AJ, I couldn't ask you to do that."

The saffron farm pony smiled. "I insist."