Gutovi

“The whole ‘Magic from the Other World’ situation is not resolved”, I thought. At least, it’s what I thought last, while I was still caring about understanding the why of my predicament. It all started some weeks ago, subtle as can be. I simply started noticing that apple juice tasted better than I remembered. And that apple fritter at the cafeteria looked especially inviting. While I’m buying groceries, I might as well pick up some fruit, like an apple or two... or twenty. New diet aside, my day to day life went on as usual until Applejack came back to school. She’d been on a short family trip and we hadn’t seen her in a few days. She must have had a great time with her relatives, because she seemed to practically glow. I didn’t notice at first, but I caught myself staring and following her around with my eyes most the time. I’ve always known she’s a looker and has a gentle yet commanding demeanor you couldn’t miss, but ever since she’d been back, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her