"Are you positive this is right? She could have just been dozing off or something? It could be a fluke."
"Ma'am, we are positive. We are afraid your daughter isn't like the other ponies. This isn't something new to us, but is definitely a rare occurrence. We can start teaching her as soon as she wakes up though. We can try to make her life as normal as possible, but she just won't be the same as the other ponies."
"Alright, let's let her have her rest, we can start teaching her in the morning."
She awoke to a bright, sunny, silent morning. The birds flew outside and the sun seemed to smile upon her as she lifted her head from the pillow. This morning was the same as the others though. Every day she hoped for it, she dreamed of it, she longed so bad to have it back. She knew, deep down inside, that she could never have it back. However she had lost it, it was irreplaceable and couldn't be fixed. The never-ending silence pained her. The thought of knowing what things sounded like but could no longer hear them killed her. She felt the vibrations of her mother's hooves through the floor. Not all had been bad since the accident happened. Her senses of sight, smell, and feeling seemed to have increased significantly. Although she would never be the same as the other ponies, she knew that she would at least be able to make up for her lack of hearing, for her deafness.
The door opened and her mother trotted in. She walked over to the board and wrote "Good Morning, Silence!" upon it, with a heart dotting the eye and finishing off the exclamation mark. Silence smiled at her mother and got out of bed, then proceeded over to the board and hugged her mother. While she was hugging her mother, she felt something through the floor boards. It was an unfamiliar vibration, unlike her father's or mother's. This one seemed more muffled, as if there was some sort of padding or material on the being's feet. Silence quickly let go of her mother and moved in front of her, into a protective position. Then, she saw the man behind the vibrations. She read his tag and looked at him with a curious and unwary look. The tag read," Dr. Mute, Specialist in Deaf and Mute Ponies.". The man walked up closer and Silence stood with her back straighter, trying to make herself seem more intimidating. Then the doctor arrived at the board and began to write. She admired the handwriting. It was beautiful, especially for a male pony. The writing read," Good Morning, Silence. My name is Doctor Mute and I am a specialist in teaching mute and deaf ponies. I will be teaching you a way to talk and listen, however, it will be different from that of a normal pony because you are hearing impaired. I will be teaching you a way to talk to other ponies using signs."