one and a half years ago a pony committed a string of murders. The situation seemed simple 'find the pony and lock him away' but then it became much more complex than anypony could imagine. The perpetrator was innocent... and guilty, so left with no choice he was sent to a mental institution and this is his diary of his time there.

(this is my first story and will be part of a larger series but as it is my first i am open to constructive and a little bit of harsh criticism)