You’re shaken awake to the branch below you rattling, knocking you over onto the ground with several apples. The familiar county voice rings out as your eyelids begin to open.

“How many times have ah’ told you not to go nappin’ about in mah apples trees? It’s dangerous, for Celestia’s sake!”

Applejack scolds while grabbing your hoof to pull you up from the ground. The pony tosses a lone apple into a bucket by the tree trunk, hoisting the bucket up onto her back with a faint scowl.