The changeling ran. Then, he stopped.
He looked around him and saw the green grass that was around him. The trees were there along with the sky that was blue and nice. There were a few pegasi that flew in the sky. They were moving some clouds.
He saw the buildings of Ponyville and heard the noise of the ponies that were there—talking, laughing. There were shouts and yells of a happy nature.
The changeling smiled as he looked and heard all of that he saw and heard. A few ponies were running around, chasing each other and trying to get away.
Then, the changeling turned around. He saw the castle.
Then, the changeling looked at the other buildings of Ponyville.
He flew towards those buildings.
He passed by a few ponies who were smiling. He smiled at them. Then, he passed by more ponies and more buildings.
Then, he landed on the ground.
He looked around.
He sighed as he looked around. There were stallions and mares; there were ponies all around, all who were doing what they were doing and talking what they were talking.
He looked at the pony beside him. "It's my first time to be here," he said. "I just like being here, being in this place. You ponies are indeed full of friendship and kindness. My friends told me a lot about this place and they weren't lying when they said that it was an amazing place to go to. How does it feel like to be here, to live here?"
"It's OK," the pony said. "It's not like that I'm in Canterlot. It's just a normal thing. It's just me living with my friends and I'm happy and I'm glad with it. Do I want some other things? Yeah. But, it's not too much to move to another town or another city like Manehattan or Cloudsdale. I just want to stay here because it's OK to live here."
"What about the ponies who live here?"
"My friends. They're OK. We've had many good times together, and I think that we'll have many more good times together in the coming days and the coming weeks. Parties with Pinkie Pie are great, especially when I bring along my friends." He smiled. "But, what's there other than what you see here in Ponyville? There's not much to it. There's nothing grand about it. I like Ponyville."
"That's nice," the changeling said.
"It's nice," the pony said. "It's not that exciting, but I'm OK with it. Maybe I could go to Manehattan or some other nicer place—I don't want to move there. I just want to have a little change once in a while, not having to do the same thing everyday. It's a simple thing."
"I understand," the changeling said. He looked around him then looked back at the pony.
The pony looked around. "I'm gonna go, now."
"OK."
Then, the pony trotted away.
The changeling looked at him as he trotted.
The chagngeling sighed.
Then, he flew again.
He passed by more and more ponies, some who smiled at him. He smiled. Then, he passed by even more ponies. He looked at them and observed them—some were reading books, others were just relaxing, still others were talking to each other. There was not much noise.
The changeling looked around. There was the boutique. Then, he looked around. There were more ponies nearby.
He walked towards the boutique and went to the door. He placed a hoof in front of the door. He moved a little to the left. He inspected the door. He placed both front hooves on the door. Then, he went back to standing on his four hooves. There was a little sound coming from inside the boutique.
He walked towards one of the windows.
There was Rarity, busy at her clothes work. She was focused, even wearing her glasses. She looked here and there then went back to her work. The unicorn was busy.
The changeling watched the pony while she did her clothes work.
Then, the changeling flew away from the boutique. He looked at the ponies nearby. They were still doing what they were doing, still talking what they were talking.
The changeling went to the train station. The train was not there. There were a few ponies waiting.
He looked at the ponies. One had a few bags with him, looking nervous. Another pony had a few bags and looked calm. There was another pony who had no bags at all. And, there was another pony who had a few bags.
The ponies did not notice or look at the changeling. They just looked at each other. Then, one walked towards him. "How are you?" the pony said.
"I'm OK," the changeling said. "Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go to Manehattan," the pony said. "I have some bags for the trip. I'm gonna meet a few friends there and then we'll go around the city, see all that we have to see in Manehattan, and do whatever's there to do. The big place, isn't it?"
"It is," the changeling said. "Don't you think it's quite busy there? That it's very fast?"
"I don't mind," the pony said. "I want a change of pace from time to time. What is it that I find there? Everything famous is there, I think. Don't let that bother you, changeling. Have you been there?"
"I think," the changeling said.
"You don't remember whether you've been there or not? That's not possible, changeling! Manehattan is one of the biggest cities in all of Equestria and you don't remember your time there clearly?"
"I remember," the changeling said. "Just not that much, that's all."
"Why? Isn't it a wonderful place to visit and to be in?"
"It is," the changeling said. "I just don't mind everything inside the city that much. Too fast for me. The ponies there don't walk. They brisk walk. The carriages move fast. The business and the events feel fast. There's so much to think about that I end up just walking around, trying to calm down. That's what I did in Manehattan—just walk around and admire the city for what it is. I don't want to participate in the fast life."
"I don't want to participate in the fast life," the pony said, "but I don't mind it for a while. My friends there are used to it already and I don't think they're bad ponies. They're better ponies, I think. They can handle a lot for the day and then when the time for sleeping arrives, they're OK. They're not tired at all, at least that's from what I hear from them whenever I visit."
"How many friends do you have in Manehattan?"
"A few," the pony said. "But, even just a few friends is good enough because they can show you around the city. They know everything about the city. Makes me like a pony who's just like a pony who has lived there."
"That's nice," the changeling said. "Anything else about Manehattan and your friends there?"
"One of my friends has a very nice job," the pony said. "Other than that, I don't know what else to say. You just have to go to Manehattan with me because the city is a good place to be in."
"But, what if I don't want to go?"
"That's OK," the pony said. "It's not like I have to bring you with me. Besides, I wasn't planning on bringing anypony with me to the city. Just me visiting my friends and having a fun time with them in the city. You should do that some time."
"Go to the city with my friends and have a good and fun time there?"
"Yeah," the pony said. "Nothing wrong with just enjoying the day inside Manehattan. You can meet a lot of different ponies there and you can do a lot of things there. You can go here and there and you'll never get tired of it all. It's a very good place, a very good city, changeling. You have to go there again."
The changeling looked around. Then, he looked at the pony. "OK. I'll try to go to Manehattan. I hope I won't get tired of the fast life there."
The pony looked around. Then, he looked at the changeling.
The changeling looked at one of the ponies there. Then, he looked at the pony.
The pony looked at one of the ponies there. Then, he looked at the changeling.
"Manehattan is a busy city," the changeling said. "How can you be there for a long time?"
"I just have to keep a calm mind. Keep it cool. That's what I do. Don't get nervous at all—that's bad in Manehattan. You have to keep it cool, and you have to stay with your friends at all times. That's the best thing to do in Manehattan. Staying and sticking with your friends at all times. Isn't that a nice thing to say? Maybe some other ponies might think it's a cool thing to say. Isn't it good?"
"That's nice," the changeling said. "But, I still don't know if I could handle what a pony would do in Manehattan. What does he have? Does he have a lot of money? Does he have a lot of places to go? Where does he go? That's a lot of questions to ask, but I'm not sure if you want to answer them."
The pony looked around. Then, he looked at the changeling.
The changeling looked around. Then, he looked at the pony.
"Manehattan is busy. The ponies there move fast and the carriages also move fast. It's bad to slow down. The ponies there keep moving fast and moving fast. They're always going somewhere. That's how it is in Manehattan. If you slow down, you're bad. Nopony there wants slow. Everypony there is always moving fast. Do I want to move fast all the time? My friends do and they're not getting tired at all. It's not that bad, if you think it's bad. I think it's OK, quite OK for the ponies who live there in Manehattan. It's not bad. It's what they do."
"OK," the changeling said. "That's nice."