I leaned in closer to hear what the ponies were talking about, I saw them come into Ponyville with their carts full of fences and such, I was curious, I followed. The ponies didn't seem happy, I wanted to know what was going on, but I definantly couldn't go up to them, I'm only a filly, I can't just go and ask them what happened. I eavesdropped on their conversation, gathering bits and pieces of information.

"The princess is furious, how could such a thing happen?"

"So, what now" said another pony

"Seaddle rebelled against her rule, the princess want us, construction ponies, to put up these fences to keep ponies in their towns." Another said agrivated.

"Appearantly, all ponies are being ordered to go home, and moving out of town to a new one would now be costing a lot of bits."

"I hear the princess had Seaddle destroyed, she has really gone cold."

"I also heard that towns are going to be districts now and she ordered some kind of game to take place every year in Canterlot."

"I heard about it too, but the game rules are appearantly going to be in the mail."

I ran, I ran back home to the farm. The information I just got from them was so intriguing, I dared not to say a word to my family. I was getting close to the farm now, I slowed down to a trot, letting myself catch my breath. I walked across the farm, apple trees welcomed me home. The smell of apple pie filled the air. I walked into the house, mother was there, cooking apple pie.

"Oh, little Smith, where have you been?"

I couldn't tell her what I heard, I couldn't bring myself to. Until the mail courier arrived with our mail.

Bills, letters, and junk mail, the one thing that did stand out was the biggest letter we've been sent. Mother called father over along with our cousins into the kitchen. She opened it up, it read:

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