Recently, there had been another one with a white coat and glasses and a severe bun who looked very official, and she thought she’d also seen a bluish-purple pony who had wings, even though that couldn’t be right. Ponies didn’t have wings, and she’d never seen her again, so it must have been her imagination. Or did they? There was a green one who lived across the yard and watched her through the window, and that pony had wings.