A Clump Of Stumps

Her hoofsie was gone, this much Pinkie knew. It had gotten sucked into the void that had consumed the story they'd been in, and now her leg just... Sorta ended.

It almost looked like a drawing that had been partially erased, but that would be silly, because that would mean she was a drawing, which didn't make much sense.

But looking at the empty space and the incomplete lines made her tummy go funny. She imagined that the gap could be capped with something like, maybe, a seashell.

And there it was. A seashell where her hoofsie had been.