How Even More Babies Are Made

I knew you said family tree; I thought you meant a chart or something. Oh fiddlesticks; that darned thing means nothing.
It just marks the intervals in which we bucked ponies from the tree. We keep one or two, and the rest move off to other apple orchards.
So who were my parents?  You had none, silly! Yer parents never existed; we're all children of the tree!
Though, admittedly, one time we had a thunderstorm lop off a huge chunk of the tree and we found it in what's now Appleloosa.
Crazy how nature do that.  Mmm hmm.  So our cousin and everyone else in Appleloosa are relatives?
Pretty much. Buffalo are jerks.  Hey, guys, we turned this salted dustbowl into a lively Western town! Let's wreck it!
Where'd you build the orchard?  Over an old bison burial ground.  There's your problem.
But the apple family believes everything buried is treasure!  Oh dear, Braeburn.

MLP Resource: Bgr 009 (Sweet Apple Acres) Background by ZuTheSkunk, I claim ownership of all other art assets.