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// Epilogue 
// Story: She's Definitely Got The Mane For It 
// by Dilos1 
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	A knock at the front door of Sugarcube Corner caused Pinkie Pie's head to shoot up from behind the front counter. Wondering who it could possibly be, as the confectionary store was still closed until later, the pink mare casually trotted over to the front door, where she undid the lock and pulled the door open. 

She was somewhat confused to be greeted by a large wooden crate with the "This Way Up" arrow pointing straight at the ground. And oddly enough a rough sound seemed to coming from inside. Pinkie briefly looked it over to see if there was a return address, but all that she found was a little stamp that said, To: The Pink One. From: Anonymous.

Humming in thought, Pinkie tried to guess who this was from, but unfortunately came up with nothing. And still that strange sound remained. It almost sounded like snoring to her ears.

Pinkie went back inside, before reappearing with a crowbar held in her teeth. Hopping up on top of the crate, she proceeded to violently jam one end of the tool under the lid, and pushed with all of her might until it finally popped open. Pinkie pried the lid off the rest of the way with her hooves, being careful to not injure herself on the nail points, and peered inside to see what had been sent to her. 

When she saw what it was, Pinkie closed the lid before using the more blunt end of the crowbar to hammer it back into place. Afterward she proceeded to roll the crate into town. Each roll created a jarring impact that shook the crate to its framework, but it held up well enough. Eventually she reached her destination, the Ponyville Postal Office. Once there she purchased a stamp, which she placed over the original one. And on it she wrote, To: The Badlands. From: Your Pony Pal Pinkie Pie.

Her task complete, Pinkie Pie happily bounced back to Sugarcube Corner. She had a busy day ahead of her after all.