Doctor: Red June? Red june: I’m here. Doctor: She’ll see you now. Red june: s-see me? Are you sure? Doctor: She asked for you. Red june: For me? That’s got to be a mistake. Cheerilee: Go ahead, honey, it’s okay. Big Macintosh: Eyup. ––––– Red june: opens door G-granny Smith? You wanted to see me? Granny Smith: Wha- who’s there? Show yerself! Red june: It’s me, Granny; Red June, the doctor told us you asked for me. Granny Smith: Ah done asked for nopony . . . I think. Red june: I’m sorry, it . . . must’ve been a mistake . . . I’ll . . . I’ll go now. Granny Smith: Hold yer horses there, filly; now that you’re here, there’s something ah wanted to talk with you about. Red june: w- with me? but I . . . I thought we didn’t . . . get along that much. Granny Smith: well, if y’all get as old as I am . . . you get to thinkin’. And I got me a few things I need get off mah mind ‘fore I kick the bucket. Red june: Kick the bucket? You mean . . . But the doctor said . . . Granny Smith: But the doctor nothin’! he may have all o’ them fancy degrees and all, but ah know ah ain’t got that long no more . . . feel it in mah bones . . . don’t need some edumacated feller tellin’ me ah’m fine . . . with his . . . labcoat, and his . . . whatever that there newfangled doohickey is . . . beep . . . beep . . . damn beepin’ done kept me up all night! Red june: I’m sorry. Granny Smith: Ain’t yer fault; you ain’t hooked me up to no beepin’ watchamacallit. Red june: I meant about the . . . bucket. Granny Smith: The wha~~? Oh, the bucket! Don’t worry yer pretty lil’ head ‘bout that. I had me a good run; been ‘round for a long time, raised me a wonderful family, done lots o’ thing ah’m proud of . . . or at least ah think ah did . . . can’t remember most of ‘em . . . did ah ever dosido on a boat with a colt named Flare? . . . Red June: . . . Granny Smith: . . . Red june: Granny? Granny Smith: Who are you? Red june: I’m Red June . . . you wanted to talk to me. Granny Smith: Ah wanted what now? wait, I know . . . I should have wrote this down . . . so I did lots o’ things I’m proud of, but some other things . . . not so proud. Red june: Like what? Granny Smith: Like the way I treated you . . . I . . . didn’t treat y’all as good as ah should’ve done, and Ah’m a might sorry fer it. Red june: . . . I~~ I don’t know what to say . . . Granny Smith: Then don’t; ah’ll do the talkin’. I should’ve explained mahself years ago . . . you see June, when y’all were born, ah couldn’t be happier; Ah never thought Ah’d be still ‘round to meet the head of the next generation of Apples. Red june: Th- The head? Granny Smith: Eyup; one day y’all will be the oldest Apple in Equestria, jus’ like ah am now; yer the first of the next generation, you see? Red june: I . . . never thought about that. Granny Smith: You don’t have to, y’all got plenty of time for that later . . . anyhow, all was well, until you got yerself that cutiemark. Red june: My cutiemark? looks back at her flank . . . the cherries . . . it . . . upset you. Granny Smith: Ah’m an Apple farmer June . . . my daddy was an apple farmer, his daddy, and his daddy too, so when it turned out yer destiny was . . . cherries, and not apples . . . ah guess ah couldn’t help but figure somethin’ was wrong somehow . . . Red june: I’m . . . I’m sorry Granny Smith . . . I didn’t mean to . . . Granny Smith: Ah know . . . Ah was wrong to treat you like ah did, and ah’m sorry it took me so darn long to figure it out . . . so ah want to make it up to you: see that there box on the night stand? Red june: Yes? Granny Smith: Open it. Red june: opens box it’s a . . . what is it? Granny Smith: That there rag belonged to yer great-grandpappy. Red june: Great grand- . . . you mean? Granny Smith: Eyup; he done wore it the first time ah met him . . . now my memory ain’t all what it used to be, but that I can see like it was yesterd- . . . wait, what did I do yesterday? . . . well, let’s jus’ say I done remember it real good! Red june: You never told us about him, how did you meet? Granny Smith: Yer great-grandpappy was a guardspony; he done got lost on some exercise, and ended up on my daddy’s farm lookin’ for help. Red june: What was he like? Granny Smith: well, He was the scrawniest colt I ever seen! Y’all get yer strength from my side of the family you know . . . he didn’t had any meat on his bones, his ol’ green uniform flabbered ‘round his skinny legs, and he needed that there rag ‘round his head to keep that darn helmet of his from fallin’ over his eyes! It always did fit me better . . . use it to discipline the jars for zapapple jam . . . Red june: giggles Granny Smith: Eyup, he wasn’t much to look at . . . but he was a tough one; that night we was attacked by a pack of Timberwolves from the Everfree forest, and he done fought them off all by his lonesome! . . . broke darn near every bone in his body though . . . Red june: He must’ve been very brave. Granny Smith: Scrawny as he was he had more guts then anypony I ever met, ah’ll tell you that much . . . and that’s why ah want you to keep that there cloth. Red june: m- me? Keep it? Granny Smith: Ah wanted to give y’all something special to square things between us, and that there rag is the most valuable thing ah own . . . It should’ve reminded me that things ain’t always what they seem, and cherries or apples . . . y’all will make a great Apple mare someday. So Ah’ve also told AJ an’ Big Mac to set aside a part of the farm fer you to plant cherry trees on. Oh, They’ll say it was their idea, but ah want you to know it’s really the last attempt of a stubborn ol’ mare to make it up to you . . . Red june: tears up I . . . I don’t know what to say . . . Granny Smith: Jus’ promise me you’ll wear it; when ah’m gone it’ll be nothin’ but a normal rag again anyway. Red june: I will Granny . . . I . . . I will . . . Granny Smith: There there . . . no need to- Red june: Hugs Granny Smith I love you granny. Granny Smith: I love you too . . . sugarcube. —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————––so this is my entry for Kilala97 ‘s next generation contest, Red June there belongs to her, and of course Granny Smith belongs to Hasbro.there’s an alternative version with a small detail changed here: <da:thumb id=”499796655”>vector made in inkscapeEdit: HOLY INSERT APPROPRIATE WHATEVER HERE! I won the contest! I guess that must mean I did something right, or in this case: something write (yay puns!)thanks to Kilala97 for picking my entry and for running the contest in the first place, and also thanks to everyone who commented below!in other news, though the contest was pretty much the reason I started this account I guess this also means I’ve got to make it a proper pony profile now . . . I’ll upload some stuff later to get me started.