Before she could answer, a pony stopped her on the street—a stallion, with a ridiculous hat and a horseshoe for a cutie mark. “Well, I’ll be, Morning Dew! I didn’t think you were comin’ into town today. What changed yer mind about…” His eyes widened, and he took a step back, clearing his throat. “Pardon, miss. You looked exactly like a pony I know. But I can see you don’t have her cutie mark, and you ain’t the right age. Apologies all ‘round.”