"There were a lot of strays that no one knew about. There were multiple reasons, too. Many were afraid of ponies, many were just too weak to get to the ponies, many ponies didn't care, many animals wanted their freedoms, and lastly, well, most of the times the animals would go to people, they would return abused, and tormented. Scared for their lives, and bruised from their battles they survived, they lived to retell their stories and try to spread the word... But most of the time, that didn't work, either they don't tell enough animals, or they die before getting a chance to speak. Yeah, I know I told you that most animals had loving homes, and that I, even wanted one.. But there are two sides to the story, and I believed both of them. It's just a risk you take while finding your happy path down life.

But, back to the story. Ivory and Chestnut took me in, and basically adopted me from the streets. I let them do this, because I wanted to experience my path. If I had a good path, well, it would have been worth it.. But if I had a bad path, well I would survive it and dog-gone, I would share that story to every creature in existence to make sure no creature got hurt ever, like I did. But after I got done telling that story, I would continue my path to happiness, but I would chose another way to find it. Chestnut and Ivory brought me to the pony veterinarian, which I could tell had no idea what they were doing, because they hardly used herbs or potions. Those are things you instantly use to heal someone, but I guess I didn't need healing..? I didn't understand at the time, but I had a good way of surviving by myself, and no matter which path I take, I would always end up by myself." Echo finished once again, and I could relate to the last part that he said. It was very true, and applied to both me and him.