The competition kicked off in a hurry, both mares running off across the orchard, and they just started kicking. No scary voices, no unbearable questions, no questioning glances... just good, honest work. Rainbow used her wings to catapult herself from tree to tree, kicking and kicking, apples falling into baskets that seemed to appear when she looked away. The sun drew a quick path across the sky, and before she knew it, the contest was over. Applejack was waiting for her by the barn, Rainbow quickly meeting her with the most smug grin she could manage. But when she heard that Applejack had bucked three quarters of the orchard in fifty minutes, deciding to spend the last ten taking a break by the barn, Rainbow could hardly believe it. Yet, with a quick scan from a high altitude, the only corner that still had apples in it was her's.