A faded journal sits before you; its edges are frayed as if it has seen its own share of hardships. The front of the book is simply a black silhouette of a pony jumping from one earthen platform to another. With a shaky hoof you open it to the firs page and read the words written there.

Hello to the colt or filly that reads this journal. My name is Hopper and I left this book here with you and hopefully your mother so you know just who I am. I am your father and I have a very good reason for not being there with you. The truth is that my special talent is hopping through different worlds and solving problems. The first few times was a bit strange even scary, but as I quickly found out my duty is to solve the problems that some pony over there is unable to. Some of these problems are very straight forward but others left me more confused. My hope is that as you read this you learn at least a fraction of what my life is like and that I’d rather be there with you telling these stories to you as I tuck you into bed. But this is the best I can do and I hope if you take anything from this book, it will be a good laugh about how crazy your old stallion is.
With love, Hopper.