A Small Mare

There once lived a small mare, not a filly but a mare, who was small. She frolicked in fields, that were, not ordinary fields persay. These fields were quite like meadows, with lush green grass, flowers and butterflies.

One day this small mare, decided to frolic in a field, and as she went, she saw a pony bug. She nearly stepped on it with her small hoof, but was able to correct herself in time. She saw the pony bug about to eat a ponyfid (Ponybugs ate ponyfids here in equestria). She watched it for a bit with her small eyes, but then realized that a ponybug eating a ponyfid was canabalizm! Because this small mare cared very much about this ponybug, she stopped it, and took it to a rehabilitation center.

At the rehabilitation center the small mare and the ponybug bonded with routines that helped toward good mental health and learned that eating each other was not ok so they could both live happily ever after.