When they reach the stargazing hill north of Ponyville, there are already a handful of ponies* sitting there, wrapped up in quilts and nursing mugs of hot chocolate as they look at the stars.
"Who! Who!" calls a small figure, waving a... wing?... from near the crest of the hill.
* If 'handful' is a meaningful concept to a species without hands, anyway.
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When they reach the stargazing hill north of Ponyville, there are already a handful of ponies* sitting there, wrapped up in quilts and nursing mugs of hot chocolate as they look at the stars.
"Who! Who!" calls a small figure, waving a... wing?... from near the crest of the hill.
* If 'handful' is a meaningful concept to a species without hands, anyway.