One day out of the year, Macintosh Apple has to be extra careful. He can't sell apples in town, he can't run errands, he's loathe to even leave the farm. Is it spring? Are the mares of Ponyville marauding for the flesh of stallions, hopped up on hormones and dandelion tea? No. In fact, the reason is far more embarrassing. But it isn't poor Macintosh's fault, you see. The fault lies with a reformed lord of chaos, and his lack of understanding (or empathy) of the after-effects of his unique magical powers.