I suppose I could be cliché, but that would not help and is not the case at all. This all-mare world my son and I fell in is too much of a dream come true. It's not easy, but we survive and prosper on this strange planet with the oddest of friends next to us.

Still, there are some good things.

Friendship. Love. Understanding. I never thought to find those things in talking, anthropomorphic ponies. But I have to remember that these mares are—

"Mom, I'm scarred for life!"

"What, why?"

"Pinkie Pie told me that all the mares have wieners as well!"

"They have hotdogs?"

"Not that wiener. THE OTHER WIENER!"

. . .

. . .

"WHAT!?"

(First Person Story. No coverart to properly fit this, but if found, then please let me know.)