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That evening while Scootaloo lay in bed pondering her next move
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, Borodino is confronted with some new information in my Equestria dreamscape.

The mouse quietly slipped into the dream fabric and ducked down behind a derelict wagon. Then she surveyed this new world in front of her.

hat the grey mouse was presented with was an almost idyllic farmstead setting. Like something you'd find in a story setting or a painting. A red barn was in front of her and was the dominate building in sight. However upon closer examination the structure was not just a barn, but appeared to be a 2 story house as well. Various outlying buildings, animal pens, and workshop were scattered around it.

But the dominate feature in the immediate area was the acres and acres of apple orchards. Rows and rows of the trees, and based on the fruit on the branches the mouse figured this current dream fabric was recreating mid summer. As Borodino started moving from her current location she muttered to herself.

“Well her name is Applejack, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised that apples are a part of her life.”

Normally the mouse kept her nose out of the king's romantic life, but after her discovery of Applejack's exposure to herand the king's rather evasive response to Borodino's questions, the mouse had to taken it upon herself to do a bit of recon herself. Thus she found herself now sneaking around AJ's dream fabric looking for answers. She didn't plan to stay long. Just a quick in and out operation.

However that didn't mean that Borodino was not going to be snooping around in any old outfit. No, for this mission the mouse was wearing one of her favorite, snug, form-fitting, black leather catsuits, along with her usual assortment of ordnance. With grace and panache she moved off in search of answers.

Applejack gently placed a front hoof on the trunk of the sapling and smiled. The pony had just finished planting it and was now admiring it in its new home. With a smile on her face the palomino mare spoke.

“There ya go. All safe n' sound in yer new home! Some day yer gonna make bushels and bushels of apple, but right now all ya have ta worry is growin' big and strong!”

As she said this AJ could feel her earth pony magic flow through her hooves and into the sapling and the surrounding ground. She grinned as she felt the sapling roots reached and take hold in the soil. She gently patted the sapling one more time and then went about her way.

It was another pleasant day in Applejack's dream fabric as the mare went about tending the orchards of her mind. Since it was her dream fabric it was her favorite season. Late springtime when everything was vibrant and full of potential. It was a beautiful day with a brilliant cobalt blue sky with a pleasant collection of puffy white clouds floating along in the gentle breeze.

However as AJ looked on she spied a familiar sight back in the waking world. With a goggles firmly in place AJ watched as a dream generated version of Rainbow Dash go rocketing overhead. Apparently the earth pony's subconscious felt her sky needed a bit more color in it. The yellow-orange mare shook her head and trotted off toward the farmhouse.

Borodino peered around the corner of the chicken coop and scanned the barnyard. For their part the chickens ignored the mouse. The grey mouse was very surprised to find the birds to be smaller than
her. Usually chickens were larger than mice and could be troublesome if not dangerous if one didn't treated them with respect and give them a wide berth, for their part the chickens ignored the leather-clad mouse as they pecked and scratched around in their coop.

In fact except for the clucking of the chickens and the occasional oinking of pigs and the distant barking of a dog Borodino had encounter no one else on the farm, and the longer she explored it she started to realize that she couldn't hear the usual sounds of farm equipment running; in fact the farm seemed to be devoid of the iconic hulk of a broken down, old truck.

Another thing Borodino noticed the lack of foot/boot prints in the soft dirt around the barn. What she'd seen instead was lots of what appeared to be tiny hoof prints. This observation caused her heart to flutter with excitement.

She'd reached the barn and was about to enter it when her eyes noticed a movement approaching her from above. The mouse stared in wonder as she watched as a little, bright blue, prismatic mane and tail pegasus pony with goggles fly over her.

The mouse was attempting to parse what she'd observed. In the millions of years of her existence and travels across the Dream Realm she'd never seen anything like that before. What kind of world did Applejack herald from?

Borodino was so fixated on this revelation that she didn't immediately notice the sounds of approaching hoofsteps. The mouse started backing up to hide behind a wood pile when from around the corner of barn there trotted into view the most amazing pony she'd ever set eyes on. Borodino had never seen a horse or pony like this, but for some reason it felt oddly familiar.

Its coat was a bright yellow-orange with an mane a tail whose hair looked like spun gold. The mare had big, leaf green eyes that the mouse felt for certain she looked into before. Same with the white freckles decorating the mare's cheeks.

However the most amazing thing about the pony was the well worn, and loved, tan Stetson perched on the mare's head. The pony was as surprised at mouse's presence as Borodino was to see it. It abruptly came to a halt about 10ft from the mouse, for several seconds it stared at her before speaking in a voice Borodino recognized.

“Uh, Borodino, wut r' ya doin' here?”

To be continued.