“Uh…” I slowly made my way to a window. “I’m going to go get some fresh air,” I headbutted a window and jumped out of the newly formed hole that my cranium made. I fluttered down into the gardens before finding my tree. I sat on my butt, wondering why these ponies were so nice to me. Their homes got destroyed during the invasion about a month ago, and yet they welcome me with welcome hooves, happily taking me in as one of their own. Was it because they felt bad from my stories about home? I don’t know. I really want my Mom, at least then I would know what to expect everyday.