One by one the Fall treats disappeared from their containers. Cakes, cookies, muffins and breads too. The hungry working mare didn’t stop or discriminate, but rather continued to clear out her stock with an almost lustful abandon.  
Soon she finished off even the bushels of apples they had gathered from that morning.  
Despite her bloated abdomen practically dragging along the well worn dirt ground, Applejack still had room to quench the thirst she’d built up from all the sticky treats she’d gorged on… and the only thing on hand was a few casks of hard cider, which became easier to swallow after every liter.