A half bottle of Everclearin clutched in one hand and a letter of condolence in the other. The funeral was this week, just a few days before sweetie bells third birthday. God how do I raise two foals on minimum wage?
When an overly enthusiastic martial artist is sent to equestria, can he fend off the hostile wild life? And what about the ponies themselves, who see him as nothing more than a pet to be used for their own purposes? (Based on Your Human and You)