Voodoo-Tiki

"Of course they're gold. They're Golden Delicious, ain't they?"Applejack stomped her hoof, glaring up at her brother. "For one thing, I found 'em in the western orchard, and you know darn well there's Cortlands, Winesaps, Honeycrisps, and Galas, but no Golden Delicious."Mac shrugged and rolled the piece of straw he was chewing on to the other side of his mouth. "So maybe the wind blew a seed - ""For 'nother thing, they're not golden, they're gold! Like shiny new fancy jewelry. Like metal!""Huh. That is strange.""It's downright creepy, is what it is.""Nothin' to get yourself in a tizzy about, little sis. We've been gettin' lots of funny...