It was a couple weeks before Hearth’s Warming Eve, and I wasn’t exactly feeling very festive. The word on the streets in Canterlot was that somepony had royally messed something up at the weather factory in Cloudsdale. The early result had been a major dumping of snow everywhere from Canterlot to the Mild West, but the weather ponies had proclaimed that if there was to be any snow for the holiday at all, they would have to build up their reserves again and save them until a couple of days

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