My name is Silver Hooves. I work for Mr. and Mrs. Filthy Rich; that is until their unfortunate death. I cooked, cleaned, and served them and, still, their daughter at every moments notice. Some ponies say that I just wasted my time since they don't respect me or treat me as a pony. But they don't know the connection I have with the family. They don't know the contract.

(Based in the Victorian era)