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Fall of Harshwhinny, Part One. Story courtesy of Sunny Night.

For a pony like Miss Harshwhinny, the Fall was a rude awakening to a life once inconceivable. Harshwhinny refused to bow before the caribou. To her, resistance was a matter of pride and principle. They said mares were inferior; she would show them that she could stand tall against whatever they would throw her way.

Her owner was all too happy to oblige, for it amused him, at first, to see such spirit. She assured him she would show that she, a mare of such strong conviction, deserved the same respect afforded any stallion.

Which was why, when she came in third, and lost to a purple collar, of all ponies, her previously unshakable confidence suffered a damaging blow.

Her Master was… not pleased, for he had paid a sizable entry fee that she had failed to recoup. He vowed that if she could not earn her keep with her head, her body would pay the price instead.

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