I got done taking a bag full of bits, because I needed bits to find a hotel. I started walking towards a random hotel. “Changeling!” A random mare shouted. Somepony else ran at me and hit me over the head with a wooden board. After years of receiving blunt force head trauma from my old Mommy, it didn’t do anything. I got hit again and again, I whimpered a couple of times before catching the board with my hooves. I started glaring at the pony in front of me; I was tired of being hate crimed.