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// Entry #6 January 10, 2190 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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Nothing of any great significance happened these past few days in this podunk little village, aside from a major decline in the doughnut population. This would be a major issue for me if not for the fact that the storm let up yesterday. Snow still coats the roads, but the mud-dwellers have provided us with a shovel-like tool to be attached to the front of the chariot. The way they explained it, it pushes snow aside as the vehicle moves forward, clearing a path and allowing the vehicle proceed unhindered. Clever for the mud-dwellers, but altogether unnecessary. I, as a unicorn of prodigious skill, will have no problem simply moving the snow out of the way as we travel. Still, I humored them and allowed my coach-stallions to attach the device to the front of the chariot. Again, wholly unnecessary.