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// 95. Fans 
// Story: In Celebration of a Hundred. 
// by Karrakaz 
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	Dash couldn’t believe she had fallen for it.

When Pinkie had told her that her fanclub was waiting for her, she had zipped off, determined to show them how a great flier handled things.

When she arrived at the field however it had been empty. Save for a big collection of automatic wind movers, also known as fans. They were designed to keep a cloudhouse pristine, by preventing them from merging with other clouds. Right now however, they seemed to be mocking her silently.

Dash idly poked one of the metal contraptions with a hoof. “Well played, Pinks... well played”