Applejack! I can see the apple carts in the west field from here!  They done changed to glitter n'diamonds too!

I'll go fetch Big Macintosh and have 'em wheeled to the barn before they can blind the livestock! I swear on my late Uncle's left front knee, ya can't swing a dead cat in this here country without some dirty warlock givin' somethin' the zap!

It's worse than we thought, AJ! Looks like the apple baskets have turned into turquoise, or some other dag blame'd mineral!  Ain't that right, Big Mac?