Some children are born perfectly ordinary. And some are not. No one can tell the difference at first. They cry like other babies. They sleep, they grow and they learn to walk. But at night, when the houses are quiet and the sky opens just a little, the fairies come. They float down through the dark with their small bowls of dust - dust made from constellations, from soft winds and the sounds of hooves echoing in the heavens. Then they sprinkle their special pony dust on the chosen ones. No one knows how the fairies choose. They just know.
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