A young filly looked out of a slightly aged window, staring out into the lush fields of the Apple farm and noticing that the Sun was starting to rise to its most glorious position. She wondered about how the day might proceed and what could possibly happen but was interrupted by the beginning of dawn. She knew from a very early age that every day the Moon and Sun fight over control of the day, while being fair at the same time, hence the reason why the two took turns. She quitely watched as she was captivated by the Sun's eventual triumph over the Moon's rule because she knew who the two really symbolized and will always continue to symbolize; the royal Princesses whom were balanced in both power and meaning. Pretty soon, little shards of light started breaking over the horizon, illuminating the filly's bright red mane and ultimately declaring the winner of the brief, yet beautiful battle. She then decided to look behind her and call out to the other two fillies who were sleeping nearby in a peaceful manner.

"Hey Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo! Wake up! We got cutie marks to get!" she called out to them, not at all careful about the volume of her voice.

Applebloom continued looking at her two friends, whom were sound asleep enjoying pleasant dreams and whom were also unaffected from her call to them. She knew that the two were heavy sleepers and knew that no matter how much shouting or yelling she did, it woud fail each and every time. So Applebloom then conceived of a particular method to wake them up. She trotted over to a pillow on a couch in the room they were in, picked it up and threw the pillow at Scootaloo's head, sastified with her immediate result from Scootaloo's disgruntled grunt.

"Hey! What the heck!?" Scootaloo angrily grunted, rubbing her eyes from her sudden awakening and glaring at Applebloom upset.

Applebloom snickered at how Scootaloo attempted to comb her messy mane because she was struggling to do so due to her uncontrollable fit of yawning that erupted.

"Yeah yeah keep laughing. I'm gonna get you back!" Scootaloo laughed to Applebloom after she managed to finish her yawning.

Applebloom giggled because she knew Scootaloo really meant it and would do anything to get even with her. Scootaloo then poked Sweetie Belle in the side softly, causing her to wake up with ease.

"Yeah? Huh?" Sweetie Belle mumbled, smiling dumbly at the other two.

"Come on Sweetie Belle, time to get some cutie marks! Duh!"

"Oh yeah. Right!"

The trio then got up, careful not to make too much noise for Applebloom's grandmother might wake up. The trio's attempts however were in vain as they heard the familiar feeble sound of Granny Smith.

"Are y'all up already? Oh golly, that was quick."

Applebloom and the other two fillies quickly jumped back into their former sleeping positions, quietly hushing to another to shut up which just resulted in more noisy giggling.

"My ears might not be what they used to be but I know a sleepless filly when I hear one. I used to be a filly too! I hear y'all giggling other there!" Granny Smith called out softly and weakly to them.

The trio all huddled together under one blanket in a final attempt to "appear" asleep, the excitement of trying to pretend to be asleep proving to be all too much for them.

"Shhhshshh! Shhshssh!" Sweetie Belle attempted to hush the other two but broke out in a fit of giggling.

"Stop! Stop gig-hahAHAHA!" Scootaloo tried saying but failed.

Applebloom smiled at them but managed to supress her giggling just enough to gesture to the other two that she was going to take a look to see if Granny Smith was there. So Applebloom, with her heart thundering, decided to slowly lower the blanket the trio was using in order to peep over and was met by a smiling Granny Smith standing across from her.

"Oh darn it! She knows we're awake!" Applebloom meeped.

"Awh man!" Scootaloo complained.

"Dang it!" Sweetie Belle whined.

Granny Smith smiled at the trio as they threw the blanket away in their shattering defeat of concealment.

"Well I see y'all are awake now. Don't be so glum. You did a good job and because of that, I'ma tell you a story. A legend as a matter of fact. This legend is called "The Bear that Survived". Now this legend is not of the faint of heart but I can see y'all are anything but the faint of heart" she finished, slightly chuckling at the eager fillies.

Now normally fillies in Ponyville, especially in a more modern Ponyville, would not even listen to what elders have to say. But in this case, Granny Smith was totally unique in this sense. If there was ever a pony exceptional at tales told by fireplaces, Granny Smith was it. The trio knew this and quickly discarded their feeling of abashment for a more appropriate feeling of excitement in the story, no legend they were going to recieve. Granny Smith continued looking at the fillies, amazed at how excited they seemed to hear the story she had.

"Oh dear, by the looks of it y'all can't wait! I was gonna wait til' after breakfast but I guess I'll dive right into it!"

"Yayyy!" the trio all exclaimed together happily, almost boucing up when they did so collectively.

The trio then all took their listening positions and gathered around Granny Smith as she sat down in her usual storytelling chair, rocking her chair and licking her lips as she said her first words of the legend.

There once was a man called "The Bear that Survived".... Granny Smith started, her memories flooding back in her mind and causing her to mentally teleport back in time, making her remember the events as if they were freshly done the day before.