Hello. I used to be the frontman of a small emerging band called ‘Northern Chalet.’ I also used to be a number cruncher in this generic tech firm. Nowadays, however, I’m busying myself with figuring out why in the blazing layers of hell I’ve been transposed into the body of a small equine creature. Because these things happen, apparently.

I thought to be alone suffering from this predicament, but I soon found out that five other blokes – humans just like yours truly – had also been pooled into this insane experiment. And so, I found myself buddied with a timid 9 year old with trust issues, an electrical engineer careerist erring on workaholism, a family man from the outback who does nothing but yap about his eighteen-wheeler, an alcoholic with a severe case of pyrophobia, and a French chain-smoking teen living in poverty. Not that I have issues of my own, nope. I’m a perfectly balanced individual, see.

Crazy that in a world populated with ponies, the people I have the most trouble coping with are none other than my fellow misguided humans. Frustrating little things, the lot of them. Because boy, do we not get along. And yet, the ponies we’re possessing, well, they used to be the bestest of friends. So how come they made it work but we can’t?