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// The (next) New Generation 
// Story: Know your Mare 
// by overlord-flinx 
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Knock, knock, knock went the door as the more abrasive of the pair rocked her hoof against the frame.

Do you know what this is...?

Silly Sunset...

...That's a door.

One of these days, kid...

No.

This is what we like to call a "teachable moment".

We have a potential laundry list of ponies to run through...

...but there's a problem.

They aren't born yet?

They aren't born yet, correct.

So how do we solve the problem?

With a pillowcase full of bricks?

Oh sweet Pip...

...This pillowcase isn't the answer.

...It's the shortcut to it.

You see...

...We need that fancy machine of his or--

But didn't we steal it hundred or so episodes back?

...Is that what we're using for a coat rack?

Amidst their banter, a familiar stallion with an hourglass upon his flank poked his head out from the safety of his abode. "Can I help you?"

...Brick delivery?

"I don't recall ordering any bricks?"

No bricks?

Must've been a joke order on someone's part.

A brick-joke!

"...Well that's pretty funny, isn't it?"

Life is a rich tapestry of comedy.

Goodbye...

"Wait, aren't you the lot who stole my--!"

SCATTER!