Early morning in Canterlot castle was always a bustle of activity. The morning cleaning crew worked quickly and efficiently to get the entire castle presentable. Even rooms that didn't see daily use, such as the ballroom, were still subject to thorough cleanings.
“Ugh. Why are there always white stains on this statue?” She glanced around just to briefly confirm before continuing, “And just on this statue?”
“Birds?” her partner suggested.
“In the castle? I doubt it. And besides, if there were, there'd be white spots everywhere, not just here.”
Her companion considered this, and then nodded. “Yeah, that is weird. You think the night guard saw anything?”
“I dunno. You know, I heard it's a new guy in this wing.”
“I heard that, too,” a third mare interjected. “Just started this week. Dumb-bell or something, they call him.”
“Well, he'd better start not living up to his name here pretty soon, or I'm going to shove this sponge down his throat.”