Jeff was always the most plain, and average of guys; never in all his years did he ever do better than okay. He got straight C's in school, and even passed his exit examination in high school with the bare minimum requirements. He was the mid-popular guy, never switching between unliked, and loved. Destined forever to be another bare face in the crowd.

After moving out of his parents house—a trailer with just enough cleanliness to pass a federal health inspection—he went out to Walmart to stock up on goods.

Reaching into the back of the freezer in order to grab the freshest milk, he fell in and found himself in the middle of a small, quaint town filled with talking ponies.