He turned down a side street and paused in thought. None of these houses look familiar. Hmm. I thought he lived just down the road from the bakery. Or was that the farrier's house? Perry chuckled to himself. Funny how a small town could change in the span of years—to the ponies who lived there, the changes were so gradual, they hardly noticed. Well, there's no shame in asking for directions. Halfway up the street, a grey pegasus wearing the blue coat and hat of the Equestrian Post was dutifully delivering bundles of mail from house to house—surely she'll know where Pokey lives.