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// Another Will To Sort Through 
// Story: Life is a Test: A Series of Pony Logic Puzzles 
// by Brony_of_Brody 
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"Announcing Pedant Tick, Fancy Pants, Upper Crust and Duchess Pocket Posey of Canterlot!"

Princess Celestia glanced up at the throne-room doors, and spotted four ponies enter the room. Two, she recognised as Pedant Tick and Pocket Posey, and two newcomers. Searching the back of her mind, she recognised Upper Crust from her days as a rather notorious art sponsor, and the blue stallion known as Fancy Pants, who had attended many charity events within Canterlot with his wife.

Wondering exactly why three seemingly unrelated ponies would request a joint-audience with her, she stepped down from her throne to greet the quartet. As she approached them, Upper Crust saw fit to bow, but Celestia gave a small smile. "Rise, my little pony. There is no need for that here."

Her attention then turned to Pedant Tick. "Ah, hello, Pedant. A pleasure to see you again."

"And the same to you, your highness," nodded Pedant. "I am truly sorry to have to impose upon you again, but..."

"It is no trouble at all," Celestia gently assured him. "I will always find time. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

Fancy Pants stepped forward. "Do you remember the Mr Crystalling, the pony otherwise known as The Collector?"

"Ah, yes," Celestia raised a hoof to her chin in thought. "He was an avid jewel collector, was he not? He had received such fame that he found himself the constant target for thieves, most unfortunately. Fortunately, he was also an expert forger, and he put those talents to use by creating exceptional fakes, to a point where hardly anypony believed he had anything genuinely valuable in his estate anymore."

"The very same," Pedant said, reaching into the pocket of his suit and pulling out a piece of paper. "As it turns out, absolutely everything that was stolen from him were all fakes, and his genuine collection of valuable treasures was discovered shortly after his passing."

"My goodness!"

"Indeed. It turns out he was entirely fond of my three clients here, and he left his entire collection of valuable jewels to them, to be divided equally."

"I'm sensing a 'but' here..." Celestia said slowly.

Pocket Posey chose this moment to speak up. "But the will states we get to choose from his spoils in a certain order, and none of us have any clue who gets priority!"

"And why not?" Celestia asked, in a rather puzzled tone.

"Priority seems to be based on certain events in our lives," grumbled Upper Crust. "As if I could possibly remember where I was fifteen years ago!"

"You see, your highness," Pedant said, passing the will to Celestia for her to read, "none of them remember the relevant facts stated in the will, and we have no way of knowing whether if The Collector remembered the events with any clarity himself. We're choosing to proceed under the assumption he did, however..."

"It is rather shameful of us," Fancy Pants lowered his head in shame. "How could the date I first knew my darling Fleur was the one slipped my mind?"

Celestia scanned the will over several times, before handing it back to Pedant. "I believe I have a solution."

"Truly?" Pocket Posey gasped.  "Do you remember when we...?"

"Oh, Pocket," laughed Celestia. "I am over one thousand years old, but I'm afraid my memory isn't quite THAT long." She turned to address the four ponies. "Perhaps if we were to treat this will as a puzzle of sorts, then I think it is possible to INFER the order. You see..."