Equine Attorney: Phoenix Wright "Turnabout Pinkie"

The next few weeks were my slow but sure adjustment into this new life. Along the way of course, I did manage to step on the toes (or hoofs) of societal norms. After I got the whole walking thing down I started to venture around the immediate vicinity of Sugar Cube Corner. This is where most of my indirect learning took place as I didn't want to attract suspicion from Pinkie (even thought I didn't think she would mind if I came from another reality) and give her any reason to stop her most generous offer of lodging. It was a space on the floor in the lefthand corner of her apartment but beggars can be choosers.

I learned quickly that pony replaced people in casual conversation as well as stallion for man, mare for woman, filly for girl, colt for boy (although it could be used interchangeably with stallion as this side of town was rather relaxed when it came to formal titles), and foals for children. Also I learned the hard way that "everypony" around here was strictly vegetarian. I started asking around for directions to the nearest burger joint and after explaining what exactly encompasses a burger I would get strange looks followed by silence. The one thing I do not know is how exactly hoofs work, but somehow I can grasp objects even though I have no fingers.
Also the ponies on the street asked why I was wearing clothes (and in all honesty my trademark blue suit didn't fit me very well ever since I became a horse). The take home lesson from these encounters where that clothing was saved for special occasions (dances, weddings, funerals, etc.). Pinkie was very supportive of my choice to where clothes all the time, though. She even recommended I went to see here friend Rarity to get a better fitting suit sometime.

This brings up a good question, why was Pinkie being so kind? Her first impression of me was a drunk on the streets and now we have became close friends.

No, I do not think she likes me romantically (sorry to get anyone's hopes up) and even if she did I don't know how I would feel about pursuing a horse, I am or at least I was a human after all! I think she is just really kind or very interested in what it means to be an attorney. Pinkie surprised me with that one, I thought an attorney was common in every universe. In this apparent utopia there hasn't been a trial in a court of law for hundreds of years. So, if you majored in law or criminal justice you where looked upon with the same respect as someone with an art degree.

I wasn't sure I would be of use to anybody, sorry I mean pony, with my current set of skills. With a little prodding from pinkie I started to work in the kitchen at Sugar Cube Corner (I guess my acquired baking skills came in handy after all). The work was easy and I had a friend on the job, it wasn't long before weeks faded into months and eventually I was looking at five years as an assistant baker in Sugar Cube Corner. The more I think about it, I would have be happy to live out the rest of my life like this but then there was the incident in town square that turned the whole world upside down.