I was sitting in front of my house, on a wooden bench; which, back in the day, was still in good shape, when a tall, old-looking stallion approached me, and began conversation with me as if he had known me for decades.
"Good morning," I said, casually smoking my antiquated pipe.
"What do you imply by that?" he asked, a tall staff in his hoof. He wore a blue cape and wizard hat, bells on the rims, patterns of stars in the designs. He bore a beard which very nearly touched the earth below his hooves. "Do you mean that you want me to be good on this morning? Maybe you wish me goodness on this morning? Or perhaps that this is simply a morning to be good?" he chuckled.
"Uh...all of those, I guess," I replied, exhaling some more smoke from my nostrils. "May I ask of your purpose?"
"Twilight Sparkle," he began. "I need someone to share with me an adventure."
"An adventure?" I faked a laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm a house-pony: not some flamboyant unicorn who just goes out and does whatever she wants. This is my home, you see, and I don't leave my home!"
I rose to my hooves, grabbed today's mail, and started up the pathway to my cottage. "Good morning," I said as I hurried up the steps into my home.
The strange wizard-stallion followed me. I did not see him or hear him in the act, but I had a strange feeling in my gut that he was encroaching behind me. I locked my front door, and leaned against it for a moment. I heard absolutely no noise, not even gentle hoofsteps climbing up to my doorway, as I imagined I would. Perhaps my instincts had failed me. So I took a quick peak outside to see if he was still there. Not a second later did a huge, yellow eye stare menacingly from the other side of the window where I had peaked. I scampered to a wall out of sight of the strange wizard-stallion, leaning against an inner wall of my cottage.
It was then I heard the faint sound of elderly hoofsteps as they exited my property.
What was the wizard-stallion doing there? I wondered.
It would not take long for me to find out.