“It can’t be done!” said Twilight for the millionth time.
“To fight my math is a serious crime!”
“You claim you want to make it snow.”
“That’s impossible for a little filly to do! I know!”
“Spike!” snorted Sweetie, at such an angry dismissal.
“Can you please help me here? Twilight’s help is abysmal.”
Spike looked up from the books he was carrying, abashed.
It looked like his hopes of being ignored had been dashed.
Twilight’s mane was now frayed.
She was obsessing, while stressing,
Over how the snow would be made.
“Sweetie isn’t asking you to do the impossible.”
“This isn’t like the time you tried to figure out how Earth Ponies used a pasta bowl.”
Twilight shuddered as Spike brought up that fowl mistake.
She still wanted to know how hooves could hold forks allowing certain food’s intake.
Spike went on, not seeing Twilight’s sense of dread.
It can be hard to tell what someone hears instead of what’s said.
“Chill out, read a good book, and try not to dwell.”
“Don’t you think the idea of snow tomorrow is really swell?”
Twilight’s eyes were awhirl.
Suddenly, it clicked, like a switch was flicked,
And she began to dance and twirl.
“You’re right!” she began to shout with glee.
“Who am I to judge impossibility?”
“I’ve stopped Nightmare Moon, and Discord too!”
“I’m living proof of what possibility rues!”
The violet mare’s horn dragged thousands of books out.
She shifted through them, while prancing about.
“It’s not just me! Ask any creature!”
“The ability to talk, and walk, and simply be isn’t a normal feature!”
Book after book whizzed by in a flash.
Sweetie had to dodge, while more books were unlodged.
She wondered how they didn’t crash.
“Life itself is one of the greatest mysteries!”
“One older than any and all of our histories!”
Twilight laughed on how such a simple fact was forgotten.
Miracles can happen. That’s how they were talking.
Sometimes the math and the numbers lie.
Why shouldn’t you be able to do anything if you try?
If you say something can’t be done.
It is you who makes it seem as certain as the sun.
“I can’t believe I forgot why I search!”
So said Twilight, as the line of books gave a lurch.
“You aren’t supposed to learn to find out what can and can’t be accomplished.”
“You’re supposed to learn so that all the problems you face are demolished.”
Sweetie Belle watched Twilight search through the first hours of night.
It left her curiosity itching, so bewitching.
Soon the candles only gave flickering light.
“There’s always an answer to the question you seek.”
Twilight grinned. “A nugget of knowledge can empower the weak.”
“You wanted a spell to help make snow.”
“There is a multiplication spell I happen to know.”
“A what?” asked Sweetie, still trying to stay safe.
Right now, the library was a truly chaotic place.
Books were flying all about.
She’d already accidently been hit by a book about how to handle a drought.
The energy pervading the room was slowly spreading.
Sweetie smiled. The room was wild.
She forgot all the things she’d been dreading.
“A multiplication spell!” Twilight chimed.
“It was made by Star Swirl himself, and was one of his greatest finds”
“It will take a single flake of snow,”
“And it will turn it into thousands, maybe millions. I don’t know!”
“Go on ahead to the other crusaders.”
“Building enough snow is going to be quite the caper!”
“I’ll come by in the morning to cast the spell,” Twilight said.
“If it works all of Ponyville will see the snow after climbing out of bed!”
So Sweetie Belle dashed into the darkness.
She felt no fright for the night,
She only felt joy and incredible bliss.