A reclusive unicorn of questionable sanity and abundant ego creates a magical construct to carry out his will. The construct, armed with little other than a perfect recollection of the contents of the Canterlot Equestrian Dictionary (Illustrated), is thrust upon Equestria to learn what it is to be a sentient being.

And it can't even decide what gender it wants to be.

Author's Note:
A little thought I've had in my head for a while and decided to express via the medium of cartoon horse fiction. This is my first work of fiction in quite some time, and I'm looking to improve. As such any constructive criticism is much appreciated. It is also worth noting that I am British, and so those accustomed to American spelling may find themselves set upon by the gratuitous use of the letters U and S that we are so fond of. Should you have a problem with it, I offer my almost sincere apologies.
Credit for the cover image goes to Canada-France-Hawaii Telescope/Coelum. Space is pretty.