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At Ponyville Elementary, the final bell rang, ending classes for the day.  All the little ponies were packing up their books and galloping out the front door.  In one of the classrooms, young Apple Bloom was among the last to leave.  Her head was in her saddlebag, which was resting on the floor.  She pulled her head out and grabbed a book off the desk, and slid it into the bag before closing the flap on top. As she slid the bag onto her back, one of her classmates approached her from the side.  An orange pegasus filly with a magenta mane. "Hey, Apple Bloom," the pegasus said.  "You coming to the clubhouse?  Sweetie Belle says she has some n