I dug up one of my old posts from a year and a half back, but I think it checks out. Have at it.
>Be out and about in the meadows outside Ponyville.
Today was your vacation. Away from the hustle and bustle of the busy town life. Away from the distractions and chaos brought about by those six, certain ponies.
You were no prodigy, a master magician capable of wielding magics the likes of which you could only dream of in your sleep.
You were no artisan, weaving silk and words with equal deftness with her magic that brought all the high socialites to your hooves.
You were no flier, bobbing and weaving through the clouds like it was none of your business, leaving all else in the dust behind your magic rainboom.
You were no friend of nature, despite your closeness to your flowers, so in tune with the animals of the world that they held to your every whim and you in turn to theirs.
You were no great worker of the farm, bucking apples day in and day out with nary a sweat, with the strength to match it in the daylight sun.
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