“It would appear that we’re all going to be neighbors now. Let’s establish a few practical ground rules, shall we?…”

The hippocampi call a parlay with a few select Ponyville locals to discuss border policy. You mind your own turf and those individuals who dwell there, we’ll mind ours, and unnecessary bloodshed need not occur! I’m sure I don’t have to tell you
that this is about as civil and gracious an offer as any flesh-chomping ocean-scouring song-monster would ever allow.

One should pick one’s battles wisely.

Of course you all know Sticker Shock (who, poor fellow, is at a rueful disadvantage here), but I have yet to feature
the twin mares at his right. I’ll give them a proper introduction another time, but their names are Powder Blast
(the amputee) and Powder Burn (in the apron). They’ll be significant to the Sweet Apple Acres arc of JG.

For, and with, Liz. The farm twins are her brainchildren. :>