Ponyville is a nice town. Lovely little huts. Lovely magical ponies. And the streets are all paved in stone. And best of all? It's a stupid town of paranoid hillbillies. Or at least it was a hundred years ago when it was built from the ground up. And Ladon was anything if not completely out of date on everything going on in the world. So when a magic rift opened in the middle of town center, whatever ponies where watching was probably surprised to see a purple creature of mismatched parts get punted right out. 

Scraps was kicked right into the dirt, big floppy blue tail curled about and resting on top of his matted mane, which only managed to make his single twisted horn stand out. The young creature was a draconequus. A big fancy word for dragon horse. And Scraps was defiantly the child version of that, measuring only slightly bigger than the average pony his age, and mismatched with what seemed to be multiple different patterns on his fur. 
"Ladon! Come on! I was joking about your smelling of butterfly farts!" Scraps shouted as he stumbled up to his paws. "I mean, butterflies don't even fart! I haven't gotten that spell to work yet!" He shouted into the portal that hovered right in front of him.

"No." A rather grumpy face stuck out of the portal. Ladon was much larger than Scraps, and most ponies to boot. His mane was nice and proud, almost like a lion's mane which accented his curved horns that looked like a ram. "Consider this... A lesson." the older creature purred, lion paw reaching out and pinching a soft purple cheek. "You're being a brat, and what better way to learn how to behave like a proper abomination that you are, than to make some friends."
"But I don't neeeeeeeeed friends." Scraps complained, swatting at the older creature. "I'm a perfectly fine dr-draggy- Dorkequit!" He said proudly, still learning big words as he tried to wrestle his way back into the portal. By this point, ponies where either staring, or had just decided to focus on something better to do with their lives, like buy insurance now that some magical creature had just been dropped into town.
"Listen kiddo. I'm your dad."
"No you're not. My dad is the apple tree."
"So I'm your uncle. And I'm telling you right now that you need to stop living in your dad's garden, and make some friends." And with that, Ladon closed the portal, leaving a really grumpy draconequus pup in the center of a populated area. 

Today was just going to be one of those days.