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Personal Narrative Fiction

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Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us. “Hey, Applejack, do yer remember the time you wer lost on the farm? ” mah brother asked. Whoa, Nelly, did I ever! That was a long time ago, though, as I was six when that happened. “We wer lookin’ everywhere for yer,” he said. “We looked for yer behind the barn, in the field, and even in the haystacks and the well. I think that was the only time I ever saw our papa upset. He didn’t stop until yer wer safe n’ sound. He ran through em’ trees of ours, lookin’ behind every one. We weren’t able to do anything to calm him down, and yer wer up in yer room crying.” …show more content…

That’s what happened. Ah, can’t really remember why Ah was crying that day,” I said, lookin over at Big Mac. “Do you remember why?” “I jus might, AJ,” he said. “Wasn’t because you lost an apple charm or something like that? Our Papa won it for yer at some game in the twelfth annual derby, remember?” I didn’t answer. And it was because of that. “Yer can tell me yer know. I am yer big brother.” He was mah big brother. But there was more to it than that, I’ll tell you that much. I’d never seen something so alike to us Apples: It was a tiny, red apple charm attached to one of dem’ thin chains you’d see at the bit store, or even at some lousy carnival. But this one was screamin’ “Apple Pride” all over it. I just had to get it, but I was too young to play in one of the games. So mah Papa played for me, so I’d have a chance of gettin’ it. And he did get it for me, just like he’d

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