Thresh sat in the main square of Ponyville. Life here was diffrent than in Nieghbraska. There was more roads and he had only seen one farm. His black coat shimmered in the sun and his cutiemark definately drew attention. A bushel of wheat was one thing but the scythe that crossed it looked more than unfriendly. Many ponies back home had called him Nopony, back when he was a tiny colt. So far he only one pony was the same height, a red stallion with a green apple cutie mark. Soaking it once more he smiled, the wind through his mane always felt good. He wandered up to a stall and traded some bits for a few figs, nibbling on them as he trotted to find a place to stay the night.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=648ee3a330&amp;view=att&amp;th=133c9f2f7b944514&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=inline&amp;realattid=f_gvaisbps0&amp;zw" title="mail">
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