In the Old West, the great mustang Spirit seemed...dispirited, to say the least. Sure, he runs freely with his herd once again, but after the adventure with the two-legged, things are slowing down a little, and he's itching for more. After racing after a strange, pink star one day, he finds himself in a strange land; a land where the apple trees are smaller, and the ponies and foals even smaller. What's more, some if not all are colored strangely, with even stranger brands on their flanks. Even stranger still, some have horns and wings!
OK, maybe this adventure is a little too strange for the mustang.