P.O.N.Y.C.R.A.F.T.

As Twilight Sparkle and Trixie were walking in the woods, another being, another intelligent being, lived a few miles off.

Let me tell you a bit of his story.

Steve's morning was not a comfortable one.

First he had to get out of bed. On normal days, he can just slide out of bed, but today his stubborn legs kept refusing to carry his lean body over to the kitchen.

Steve decided that he had no other choice but to barrel off the bed like a sack of potatoes, roll towards the door, across the hall, and out to the kitchen... which was no problem for him. Every cobble, plank, and brick was crafted by his own bare hands, and he had a map of his entire mansion -- in his head.

Now, only one thing was left -- his legs. Eventually, after try and failure, they saw who's boss and in a few moments Steve was back up to his feet.

The rest of the everyday morning plan was simple: fetch a pork chop or two, throw it in the furnace, eat it, and get his normal work clothes -- which consisted of a ragged, cyan cotton shirt and a dirty pair of blue denim pants -- on.

Steve, having transformed from a bed grump to a man with a plan, cantered out of his house and down to Coalwood, the small village that lay near his gigantic lair-of-a-house.

Steve had one objective in mind: he noticed that his iron armor was getting worn lately; hopefully the town blacksmith, who made armor, could help. He shuffled over to the smithy -- only to notice that the unique L-shaped building wasn't there. In its original place stood a whole new construction, freshly built.