The air was warm, the sun was shining, and all of Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded. Busy ponies were making their busy way through the streets. All the pónei, pônei folk seemed to have somewhere to be. All, except arco iris, arco-íris Dash. Her place was in the sky. She freely tore through the air, speeding one way and the next. She buzzed the árvore tops and raced the wind. The pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children. Climbing several hundred feet, she dove, going as fast as she could. segundos before hitting the ground, her wings flew open...
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