Anon by some unknown means has wound up in Equestria. he tries to make a home with what little he has left and he appears to be doing a good job of it. but anon has some strange customs on his world. his house is surrounded by plants, he is terrified of the night and he keeps going on about werewolves. Things just keep getting weirder from there.

Update: got rid of the sad tag, because I felt it was irreverent.
A.N: hi guys just testing the water here. this is my first story so constructive criticism and comments, good or bad, are welcome.

This is an Anon in Equestria if you are not OK with this then I suggest you not read it.

Rated teen for use of strong language and light gore.