Twilight wasn’t very fond of water. It wasn’t that she hated the stuff; after all it could be turned into tea, or a warm bubble bath. No, it was much more complicated.

She hated the fact that rain ruined her carefully combed mane and got in everywhere; most of all she hated how it destroyed her precious books.

“Which is why we should keep the dome Trixie put over Ponyville.”

Major mare wondered if she could discreetly call for help. She didn’t know what had caused it, but dealing with a nervous breakdown Twilight was not in her job description.