"Knock it off!" Twilight yelled.
Applejack sighed. "Twi, it's apple-bucking season. 'Tis what I live for. Can't you read yer fancy books somewhere else?"
"No, this is an ideal reading spot. Trees provide shade for me and oxygen for my brain while direct sunlight establishes optimal lighting conditions. So, if you would just knock it off with your knocking, everything will be just perfect."
"It's called buckin', and I ain't knocking it off 'till I knock off the last apple."
Twilight sighed. "If you can't knock them, join them." Her horn blinked and all the apples were knocked off the trees.
The sight knocked Applejack to the ground. “This was supposed to keep me busy for at least a moon. What am I supposed to do now‽”
Twilight knocked off the top book from a tower of books and passed it to Applejack. “Knock yourself off.”