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Intro. The sun was slowly setting, painting the leaves of the apple tree in liquid gold. It was one of those days when even the wind seemed to whisper instead of blowing, so as not to disturb the peace in the garden. Fluttershy loved this corner. He was close enough to home to feel safe, and far enough from the hustle and bustle of the town to hear his own heartbeat. She prepared everything with extreme care - a white blanket spread on the grass was filled with the gifts of nature: juicy grapes, fresh berries and shortcrust cookies, the smell of which would attract even the most demanding forest dweller.

Afternoon in the orchard "Under the Sweet Apple Tree"

@Marek