        For a Tuesday afternoon, the town was quite active. Sunny Side’s porch was flooded with ponies, talking and whispering to one another. A couple ponies stopped to stare at him, causing him to suspect the discussion was about, well, him. With a squeak from his wheelbarrow, the entire group of ponies stopped their banter and turned to him. Smiling, waving, not making direct eye contact. Thomas stopped, brow raised, as he swept his gaze through the onlookers.