While in Ponyville, a strong gust of wind propels a massive cloth banner into the sky. It comes to an abrupt halt, snagged on a tree beside you. Moments later, a small filly with a bow atop her head, hurries over.

"Uhhh, hey there."

With a gentle smile, she raises her hoof in a friendly wave before grasping the cloth in her teeth. Painted designs, still fresh and undried, cover its surface. Struggling against its weight, she valiantly attempts to drag it across the ground.

"Do ya' think you'd be able to help me drag this back to the Cutie Mark Crusaders' treehouse? It's pretty heavy..."