The clear light of midday filtered in through the curtains of Applebloom's bedroom window, but she was in no condition to enjoy the glorious weather outside. She coughed into a tissue, then blew her dripping nose. The little yellow filly at once felt both uncomfortably warm under her bed's heavy quilt and chilly enough to want to burrow further beneath it.
On either side of Applebloom, her best friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were equally suffering.
"Ah told y'all that tryin' to be 'Cutie Mark Crusader Frog Catchers' weren't no good idea," Applejack said as she bustled about her sister's room. "For one thang, Froggy Bottom Bog ain't no place for a buncha fillies to be muckin' about! And besides, what were you gonna do with all those frogs anyhow?"
"Sorry, big sis. I guess we didn't think that far ahead," Applebloom replied. She normally hated it when Applejack started with the 'Ah told you so's, but just didn't feel