I am Joshua Everfree. Today I tell you only what I remember, which isn't much, and what I was told by them. By "them" I of course mean the NAPC, or National Association of Pony Control. This is my story.

(I had originally written this a year or two ago, and havn't gotten around to typing it up. In truth, I havn't even finnished the written version and rather than writting THEN typing, I'm going to simply continue it here. It may/may not suck because this is my first FF that I actually spent time on. Critisism is accepted and will be gladly apreciated. Thanks.)