Snapping up Apples!

Frankie stood there from a distance looking at the festive games in town with his best friend RockSmith, the classic apple bobbing game was being held at a few stalls half the old fashion way the other half the latorre way, what's the latorre way? why it's simply floating the apples with magic! Yes such a simple yet fun game but there was a problem, frankie is small and he didn't want to get his sailor suit wet late in the night, it might get him sick! But he isn't exactly the tallest cossetling around which makes him a little worried.

He's tried jumping with all his might before but it just ends in him getting hurt and with RockSmith in his hands he can't do that! their usually perked up tails drooped as he let out a sad little bleat while standing near a game stall, the owner noticed their down expression and asked what was wrong "You're too short for the apple game? that is a problem, hold on friend" they were going to talk to someone about that.

Someone is going to help? yippee!! their tails perked right back up as they looked around the festive area some more while waiting, they tapped their hooves along the cobblery road to make some tippy tappy noises, it made him happy hearing it when he put his mind to it while ignoring the noise around them but stopped once he heard someone trying to get his attention "My neighbor here said he'll lower the apples for you a little, just enough that you can jump for them like everyone else" they told him making Frankie nod while thanking the other for the help.

They walk over to the other's stall and stared up at the floating apples, they looked ripe and sweet for the biting as they were told how many apples he grabs he can take home all for the low low price of 30 gold leaves, whoa!! what a great deal! all those apples he could take home with RockSmith "I'll hold your friend for ya" they offered and he gladly took it while paying the other. He got ready and the timer started! they began to jump up, hop hop hop went the little cossetling all of four feet and eleven inches!

His hooves clacked on the ground rapidly as he kept trying to grab an apple with his teeth, they were trying to win at least one for his friend so they can share the apple together but with each hop and jump the apples seem to be far too out of reach, he let out a frustrated bleat at one of the apples he almost got before the timer went off, oh no!! no apples were had! he was tearing up, his fists balled up and shaking, he was trying very hard not to cry in public.

"Ok seems like you got all of one apples" one? where? he looked around before the game owner pointed at his horns, he accidentally pierced one with it and he was too excited to notice or feel it! whoa!! one apple!! they took it off their horn and held it up proudly, if he hadn't won anything they would've gotten a free bag but not to rain on his parade they let him feel proud of the apple he did somehow manage to catch before announcing anything else "Good job, here some complimentary apples for your hard work" they took it with a thanks, there were a total of ten apples, ten!! that's a lot!! they felt tired from all that jumping around so they'll go back home now as they took back rocksmith.

Frankie walked home happily while eating the pierced apple, giving some of it to his friend before asking if they want some baked apples, that sounded good and so another adventure comes to a close for this cossetling as they enjoy their walk back to their warm home.