She didn’t much like being in the closet, it was stuffy, full to bursting and horribly disorganized.
At one time in her admittedly short life she’d been outside the closet, held close by her special pony and providing comfort whenever she was asked for it
It had changed over the years of course, as her special pony made five really good friends she spent most of her days with. Until at last, she had been forgotten.
Smartypants wasn’t angry with Twilight though. Her pony deserved all of that and more. Even if she wished that Twilight would remember her sometimes.