          "Snow White." I murmured around the pencil in my mouth. "Hmm, no, that one sounds like an ill omen. Something ridiculous like an apple would probably kill me in one fell swoop." I scratched the name off the rather comprehensive list I had written on the back of the teapot stallion's picture. "And I have a feeling Ponyville will be infested with apples." I chewed on my pencil thoughtfully.  Yes, definitely dodged that changeling-divebomb. I looked at the next name. "Sugar Drops; No, sounds like I give out sweets and heart attacks all day. Winter Green; No, sounds like something an ursa would use as a potty. Sweetie Frosting; What am I, five?"