The streets of Canterlot were bustling, filled with ponies of all ages going about their day. There was an occasional bum on the street, and a ton of foals heading in the direction we were heading. I got Cozy enrolled into a really nice, public schoolhouse, which was actually the biggest schoolhouse in Canterlot, so she could socialize. Sometimes a few ponies would stop and pause at the filly hanging from my mouse, and then take a second, more shocked look at the weird, stupid looking changeling, wearing a collar with Luna’s seal on it, carrying a filly in its mouth like a mommy cat. It made me raise my head with pride as I marched forward, while Cozy just crossed her forelegs while grumbling about how I’m making her look like a baby.