The feud was lifelong standing between both Cinnamon Applee and you, the classic family conflict of which fruit is the best. It all started when he happened to be selling apples next to your stand, it didn’t take long before you were offended by the act, making snarky remarks, promoting your fruit with an underlying poisonous tone.

It went long enough to where he made remarks of his own. Until finally the squabble started. After that the families started to have a distaste for each other. Applee had always tried to one up you in everything you did, showing off his strength and ability to tend to his apples as if that solidified his family’s superiority over your own.

“Well now you’ve gone and done it again. Aren’t you done with being a nuisance yet?”

He remarked, looking over the spilled apples you tripped on while trying to sneak onto the farm with paint on your hooves.

He chuckled and smeared some paint on his hooves and smeared it on your cheek.

“Or maybe that’s just what you were born to be. The moment you decided to be anything but an apple.”

And with that, he turned and started picking up the apples you dropped and put them back in the bucket they were in.