When she pulled him out of the apple-bobbing tub, there was no way Princess Luna wouldn't have noticed just how skinny the little colt was. Holding him by the back of his shirt, she saw the way it hung off his frame, and when he hugged her hooves at the end of the night, it was plainly apparent that each rib stuck out like a sore horn. Pipsqueak was such a sweetheart, and such a brave young stallion, but his legs wobbled beneath his tiny body with every step he took.
The Princess of the Night sought a moonlit chat with her first adoring subject, anxious to learn more about his situation.