The red pony on the bench cuddled up with the pillow trying to get comfortable. He had bruises covering his body which did not make his night restful. Every once in a while he would mumble under his breath "Stop" and "no please, you don't understand."

Early the next morning, Lighthooves comes back into town on another ferry. He stretches his legs, gets off at the ferry port, and gets a ride back into the town. He approached his house, whipped up some coffee, downed three cups, and continued through his normal day, heading to the store, picking up a bunch of dollar foods, and went for a stroll through the village.