“Not quite what I was thinking.” Dale scratched his chin. “Um, maybe Zecora—did she come from a different place? Yes.” He nodded in memory. “The book that was in all the languages. You showed me that on the beach, hoping I could speak one of them. There were different kinds of pony—not only the zebra. Several different pages, with ponies on each one, before the minotaur and griffon.”