“It looks like this,” Dust finally said, looking very proud of herself. “We live in the best part of the world, Equestria. Ponies take care of their land the best… other things don’t know how to take care of it as well, so if you go too far west or east, it gets worse and worse. Too dry, not very many animals… that kind of thing. And we’re here.” She pointed up towards the top, only a little way down from the folded section and the words “too cold!” “We’re as far north as anypony could be. Which is why we’re safe. If we lived with civilized ponies up in the sky…” She shook her head. “Where are your ponies from?”