A light evening breeze swept across the streets of Ponyville. The sun had just set and a certain grey Pegasus was roaming the streets. This certain grey Pegasus wasn't like the rest of the other grey Pegasi in this world. For all the other grey Pegasi in this world didn't know a certain brown stallion. And this certain brown stallion wasn't like the rest of the other brown stallions in this world. For all the other brown stallions in this world didn't know a certain grey Pegasus.
These certain ponies were both heading to the same place, for it was tradition on nights like these. When the sun set just before a light evening breeze swept across the streets of Ponyville. It was nights like these where those two certain ponies met on a certain street corner. This certain street corner is where the fun begins.
You see, on this certain street corner stands a certain structure.
