"Daddy, you have got to be kidding me! I refuse to stay with Apple Blank, Stupid Belle and Scootaloser!"

"Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. And you will be staying at the farm whether you like or not. They were kind enough to allow us to stay with them until the power comes back and you wouldn't want to seem ungrateful, now would you?"

"No, Daddy.

A little way off, four fillies stood. One had a white coat, paired with a purple and pink mane. Another had a butter yellow coat, her mane a cherry red, topped with a pink bow. An orange one with a deep purple mane leaned on a scooter, tiny wings buzzing excitedly as she talked. Standing awkwardly beside them, a grey pony with a mane that shimmered like silver eyed the pink filly with the purple and white mane arguing with her father.

"Is it wrong that I'd rather leave them out on the streets?" questioned Scootaloo, the orange filly.

Pawing at the ground, Silver Spoon, the grey pony, sighed.

"This is going to be a long stay."