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// The Tale That Set Everything Right 
// Story: Short Flights And Failed Takeoffs 
// by Snakeskin Ducttape 
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There was an almost palpable sense of unease in a house in a Cloudsdale suburb. Three of the four members of the family could sense it, whether the fourth could sense, and whether he cared, who can say?

What everypony sense however, with their cutesy.wutesy pony ears, were the occasional breaking of glass.

The broken glass were related to the sense of unease, but not for the reason that many might expect. It had simply been the result of some pretty callous behavior from the son in the family, Zephyr Breeze. Now that episode was over, and the house’s residents were calming down from the overly dramatic exclamation of the center of the drama, and Zephyr Breeze certainly liked being in the center.

Spirits were still not back to their normal level, but they were not so low that nopony would answer a knock on the door, and they did.

“Ey, Neighbor!” a widely smiling pegasus stallion said as Mr. Shy opened the door.

“Oh, hello, Bright Feather,” Mr Shy answered. “How are you today?”

“Great!” Bright Feather said, slid out of his saddle bags, and started digging around in them. “I got off work early, and the missus has promised my favorite for dinner, good things like that, but never mind that now. I saw this on my way home.”

Bright Feather fished out his lunchbox, and opened it, causing a very perplexed reaction until the contents were revealed.

“I thought this looked familiar,” Bright Feather said. “I hadn’t seen something like this in… oh, I don’t know. Decades, it feels like. I figured it was yours.”

I was a tiny cloud, just like the type that was collected in the building in the back.

“Oh thank you,” came the happily surprised respond.

“Hey, no problem. Laters.”