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... Evey was a good pony. Good ponies didn't do bad things... they didn't hurt each other or call each other bad names. Good ponies loved their families and they had mommies and daddies and grandparents and brothers and sisters and sons and daughters and aunts and uncles and they were very happy...
Evey was not happy...did that make her a bad pony?
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The other ponies kept talking from time to time. But Evey drowned most of the words out. She didn't care what they were saying. One of them had tried cleaning all of the red off of her hooves and one of them had thrown a blanket over her back to keep her warm. They'd both said things to her, but she didn't listen to what it was. One of them had pulled at the thing wrapped around her neck. It didn't come off...
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Evey loved her mommy. Her mommy was the best mommy in the whole world and when she grew up she wanted to be just like her! Just like her...
"Evey, no!"
"I thought we'd cleaned up all the glass?"
"Evidently we missed a piece... Just keep an eye on her okay? If she tries putting anything near her eyes again try and restrain her, she's been through enough already, we can't let her maim herself."
Just like mommy...
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The other ponies had names. There was a third one now and its face was wet. It had words with the other two. Loud words. Angry words. Evey didn't like angry words, angry words were what the bad ponies all used to get Evey and her mommy to leave.
"Evey? Wake up, Evey, come on this isn't funny!" the third pony was upset about something. "Evey, you remember this right? Sunshine Sunshine..." she was too loud, Evey just tuned her out for a little bit as the third pony danced about.
"Evey, I know Twilight and your mom never wanted anypony else to know, but what if we told my mom and dad? It might be weird at first, but then they could be your family. Twilight could be your aunt, and Night Light and Velvet could be your grandparents... We could be one big happy family, doesn't that sound great? No? What about Starlight? You love Starlight right? Maybe she could adopt you, and then she and Sunburst could finally get married, you could be the bridesmaid, he'd be your dad just like you always wanted when you were a filly... Please, Evey, just say something... s-s-s-stop playing silly games!"
Evey fell over sideways as the pony's leg slapped her across the face. She didn't bother getting back up, what was the point?
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Nine hundred and ninety four years...
She'd be dead in nine hundred and ninety four years...
Ponies didn't live that long...
Evey was a good pony, so she wouldn't live that long...
Evey was a pony...
Pony...