Desperate silence as the pony pile slowly shuffled back. The clouds were pulling back from the moon now and the light spilled into the room.  “Moooommmmy~” The rocking chair came to a halt, sitting completely stationary, and there was a groaning creak of wood.  “I want my leg back~” The moonlight flooded the room, revealing the barely perceptible imprint of a smiling pony’s face on the window pane, not unlike the frost left on glass when you breathed on it, with the face drawn with a hoof.  “I’m at the front room~”