The speakers across the weather factory crackled to life,
Speakers: Miss Heart, please segnala to the arcobaleno sector. Thankyou.
Rainbow cuore blushed as the ponies around stared at her. It was the first time the weather factory bosses ever wanted her, so she assumed she was going to be fired.
Her forest green eyes were fixated on the nube, nuvola floor as she stumbled towards the arcobaleno sector, outside was a serious business-pony tapping her hoof on the ground. arcobaleno cuore flicked her blue mane into place and flew over.
Rainbow Heart: H-h-hello Miss-
Cream: Mrs Cream.
Cream squinted at arcobaleno Heart,...
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