The populace of Ponyville often shocked her with their disrespect; it wasn't as if she were a stranger to the town any more. In her homeland of the Marengeti, the zebrafolk (who were her folk not all that many years ago) wouldn't crowd together and stare at a newcomer as these ponies did. They would greet the stranger openly and invite them into their village, as opposed to hiding away or treating them like a curiosity. The ponies of this town were a pleasant enough group, all told, but their manners often left something to be desired. 