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// Intermission 1 
// Story: The Perfect Pear 
// by The Blue EM2 
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Canterlot, California, Present Day 



As the last of Mac’s words ceased to sound, a question formed on Apple Bloom’s lips. “What was Grandpa Apple like?” she asked. 

“Ah suppose Ah owe you that piece of information,” Mac answered. “Ya  never did meet him, after all. He’d lived in Cass his whole life and  seemed happiest with a wrench in his hand, especially when workin’ on one of the Shays.” 

“That sounds like him!” Granny Smith added. 

“Of course, he’s long gone now, but he was quite the character-especially if ya got on his bad side!” Pear added. 

“Please don’t remind me,” Mac answered. 

Keen to avoid painful memories, Apple Bloom saw it was high time to change the subject. 

“What was life in Cass like?” 

“It was quiet for a few months,” Granny Smith answered, “but summer was always full of tourists, which helped to keep up employment. But they could be so noisy, stayin’ up late and playin’ loud music.” 

Keen to keep things moving, Grand Pear spoke up. “Pear, Ah believe this is where ya enter the story.” 

Pear looked at her father, and then to Bright. “Bright, you’ve still got a bit ta tell, Ah believe.” 

Bright nodded. “Well, Ah arrived in California, and...got a bit lost...”