You’d grown accustomed to being a foot taller than most doorways, and shelves, and having to take three steps at a time on staircases. Even the rough bite impressions in the wood handle of your basket went unnoticed. But the one thing that you never got used to was the vast array of coloring these ponies came in. And they always seemed to magically place themselves in your path right where you’d never see them. It was like camouflage, but in places you would never expect anyone to try to blend in.