Ten months later, the sun rose in the sky to bring morning. The Earth Ponies walked outside and found themselves surrounded by Pegasi on all sides. They expected that day to come, and they were ready. They grabbed their spears and swords and stared straight at the Pegasi.
Hurricane landed on the grounds of the Earth Pony tribes. No one made any movement to attack him. His wings were folded, and they knew that was a sign of peace. Puddinghead stood in the center of the tribe. Hurricane made his way towards her and ignored the insulting remarks made by the Earth Ponies.
"Puddinghead, the plants won't grow." Hurricane explained, "We make sure to keep the soil moist, and they get plenty of sunlight. But alas, the fields are still barren. The fields here seem to be very luscious, however."
Puddinghead smiled, but she kept her laughter inward. "Hurricane, I may have forgotten to mention a teeny key on growing plants. Only Earth Ponies can grow stuff!"
Hurricane glared at her in anger. He was tricked. No pony tricked Commander Hurricane! That was a lie, but still, he hated being tricked. He wanted to give the order to wipe out every Earth Pony, but he knew that if what Puddinghead said was true, that would be fatal on his part, too.
"We will continue giving you food as long as you continue to give us the water to grow the food," Puddinghead compromised.
"How are the fields so alive, then?" Hurricane asked.
"We took some of the water from the rivers bellow your tribes," Puddinghead bluntly stated.
Hurricane sighed, "Fine. We will give you rain. But please, continue to bring us food. We had very little to get us through ten months of famine. Several of the Pegasi have passed away due to starvation."
Puddinghead nodded her head, and she shook hooves with Hurricane. The Pegasus commander ordered the other Pegasi to retreat. He hated to admit it, but the Earth Ponies were important after all.
The Earth Ponies cheered as the last Pegasus flew out of sight. They won the battle, and no blood was shed. They threw flowers at Puddinghead in celebration. The pride of the Earth Ponies were stronger than ever. They were not to be messed with.
