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The Melting Pot, Day One Spike groaned in dismay. "How long do we have to be gone, again?"
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"Celestia said we'd be in Canterlot for a few days," replied Twilight, tying (and retying, for the fifth time after realizing yet another book she realized that she might want to read on the trip) the straps on her saddlebags, "She told me that the senior students at the School for Gifted Unicorns are planning to do a study on the Elements of Harmony, and she wants all of us there to help."
"But a week? Just studying the same thing? In summer?"
"Well, you know how the students at the school are. They don't ever stop studying, and they never just want to scratch the surface of something; they want every possible detail."
"Please. Put me in front of 'em, I'll tell them the entire story in less time than it takes to down a bowl of rubies. And you've seen how fast I eat rubies, Twilight. Speak
To Be An AlicornSweet Apple Acres was a busy place in the spring. Two young stallions walked the fields with plows in tow, while a mailpony dragged in shipments of seeds and tools, and a couple more ponies were visible amonst the apple trees. Adding to the general bustle was a visitor to the farm who gingerly stepped out of the sky, looked around, and opened the gate into the main homestead area. A filly, not quite yet a mare, with a light green coat and straw-colored hair and baskets strapped to her saddle had been trotting through the area, and noticed the visitor first. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes as big as the moon.
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"Oh, hello." the visitor said. "I'm here to see Applejack. Is she around?"
"G-great-granny Applejack?" the filly asked. The visitor paused, and nodded. The young pony kept her eyes on the visitor and pointed towards the barn. There, in a rocking chair, an ancient mare sat with a worn brown steltson covering her eyes. Her coat was gray but with a healthy sheen, a