LittleShyFiM's favorite pony

Little Shy was laying in his bed starring blankly at his room, not sure what to do. He had just gotten done discussing the meaning of life with a friend,  Tootsie Roll, which they agreed on as "Molybdenum" but that is irreverent now. All he could do is just live. Just... Living..., it almost sounded nice, just to lay on your bed, imagining fundamental concepts such as life, which has been debated over ever since the dawn of life itself. Kind of interesting...

As he was thinking about his own existence,  a feather flew in though the window, falling on a suit laying on the ground. He starred at it, wondering where it came from. He imminently identified it as a pegasus feather. He got up and off his bed, and slowly walked over to it. It was grey, a sort of lightish grey, but still grey. He pick it up off the ground, studying it, he notice how bad it was. It was all messed up, the barbs were facing all different directions, and was broken in half directly at the middle. But after all, it was a feather, likely fell of because of the condition it was in, bad for aerodynamics. But something else accorded to him, who's was it?

There where many ponies in ponyville. So he though of all the ponies there where, and thinking it would take years to