Sherman, an oak tree, walked through the orchard. Spotting his friend, he approached the young apple tree. Good morning Bloomberg, he greeted.

Good morning Sherman, he replied. It is a beautiful day, isn't it?

Yes. By the way, the postmare accidentally left a package for you on our side of the orchard.

Really? Who would send me a package?

It's from Sweet Apple Acres.

Sweet Apple Acres! That's my old home. Bloomberg opened the package to reveal a small box with a crank handle. He turned it and a simple tune played:

POP!!!

A pair of orange hooves shot forth, hitting Bloomberg squarely in the trunk. He reeled backwards, losing apples and leaves.

Sherman looked at the box, and Applejack emerged.

She smiled. "Now that's what I call an Applejack in the box!"

My 50^th chapter!