It was a nightmare. She was stuck and with Flim, too. Nothing could lift her spirits in a time and place like this.
Maybe Applejack should have been more clear with herself. It wasn’t as if it was either of their faults. After all, whose fault is it that an apple is so juicy and delicious, the tree or the baker? ... Actually, don’t answer that.
It didn’t matter. Applejack had to keep her head on straight. The shed was dark, perhaps filled with bats or snakes that her vision failed to see. She had to be the smart one with Flim probably shaking next to her. Not that she could tell, actually, but the shed was so small that if she moved just a few inches to her left, they’d be touching shoulders.
“M—maybe we can f—find an axe ‘r somethin’ in here?”
I’m off to a great start. The stuttering really added some bravery to the situation, Applejack thought sarcastically.
“Mm ... I can’t see any axes,” Flim said, m