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"Muffins!"

"Oh Derpy, be quiet and hand me that spanner will you?"

Two ponies stand before the sunset: a brown stallion and a ditzy grey mare.

She hands him the spanner and gazes out across the beautiful sight. Far in the distance, two hard-working royal guards who are very glad they no longer have to make a census walk off, laughing.

A boutique far away is having golden goblets, silver dressers, and all other matter of shiny treasure carted out of it.

A tall multi-coloured ex-changeling is chatting to a small purple and green dragon, and a blue wizard and powerful pink unicorn talk, a reunion of friends.

A group of five fillies dance across the grass, chased by a changeling, armoured colt, and centaur.

Off by the lake, a yellow pegasus and a small draconeeques sit by the water, leaning into each other.

"It's a happy ending, Derpy. Good work."

The two smile at each other, leaning against a blue phone box with chipped paint.

"Of course it is," says the mare, "It's just what the Doctor ordered."

THE END

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