    It was then she realized he wasn't a monster, nor a beast. He was a thinking, feeling being. Just like her.... Rarity remembered how devastated she felt when the puppeteer disliked her first attempt at a puppet stage she had built for him. Trying to imagine what it must be like to never hear another pony's voice for years, only to be called such nasty names. She couldn't... she couldn't understand at all. Being the socialite, she was, Rarity was never without gossip or company.