        She rolled on her side, curling up tightly.  Her forelegs felt empty without her doll.  Every night when she went to sleep, she wondered what had become of it, but she had been too embarrassed about the whole situation in Ponyville to ask anypony about its whereabouts, and she had never gotten a replacement.  Her parents had given it to her when she was just a year old—not that she remembered—and Miss Smarty Pants had been her constant companion.  