Blue Fedora slowly followed Dragon Spout as she trotted up to the Museum of Canterlot. She entered the building, and gazed around. “Hmm… let’s try the third floor.” She said, pointing with her hoof to a room on a spiraling staircase. Blue Fedora sat down, his legs starting to ache even more at the thought of the treacherous climb that lay ahead of him. “Can we rest up a bit?” he asked her. “No! Every second we’re wasting, the dragons are one second closer to migrating! I can’t miss it!” she said, charging up the stairs. He sighed and slowly followed. They were in a museum...
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