        Unsurprisingly, an hour of being scrubbed by her big sister in the tub had done nothing to lift her spirits, so Applejack had suggested that they go up to the attic and look through Pappy’s trunk.  An Apple heirloom of sorts, the trunk had become a repository of old things that nopony wanted to throw out, but could find no real use for.  It was just the sort of thing a filly would love to spend a chilly spring evening with.