We don’t think transforming into existing ponies is a good idea anymore.

Convincing them was pretty easy. It’s a part of my talent after all.

I wounder where that pain came from.

Later that day there was a news story about a cat of the savannah breed almost murdering a batpony.

Purr!

There’s nothing I want gone more then ignorance, but I fear there will always be “that guy” no matter how good I’m at my talent.

It’s a long story and I’ll tell it one day, but this is not that day.

They can still visit me here in Ponyville if they can make the time. I guess I’m just a bit homestick still.

But for those that celebrate it I wish you all good food and happy memories.

The changeling emergency department doesn’t exactly scream flirting time.