It was a normal day for Mrs. Applebucket and she thought about to go into town, but as she left her farmhouse, she found something at her doorstep.
It was a small foal. Both looked stunned at each other for a moment, till the foal started to babble not understandable things. The first thing what came into Mrs. Applebucket's mind was that it was a abandoned foal, left back at her doorstep, maybe freezing, maybe hungry, but obviously, marked by the discolored doormat, sopping wet.

Then she was amazed, why this foal had wings and a horn. Such things doesn't exist or do they? But all in all it was a cute little horse foal and she couldn't leave it like this.

Mrs. Applebucket's expression changed into a soothing smile and she picked up the little tyke with her snout. The foal wasn't too pleased with that, but it had not the strength to do something against it.

Twilight: " Don't you understand me? Put me down! How can you treat me like this?"