“So, you read about dangerous creatures, their natural habitats, dangers involved, and then… go meet them? Just to see if they don’t need anything?”
“…”
“But what if they’re… you know, not nice?”
“…!”
“They’re always nice? But… most of them are predators, carnivores, you know, wild animals.”
“…?”
“No, you’re not a wild animal. You’re a… fluffy… ball of fluff. A pony. There’s a difference.”
“…?”
“The difference is… uh… intellect, maybe? No, wait plenty of animals… maybe tool use? No wait, octopuses, ravens… Maybe… not being dominated by your natural urges?”
“…!”
“Wanting to go meet strange creatures is not a natural urge! I mean things like… um… eating!”
“…”
“That’s not the same thing! You eat plants. They eat other animals.”
“…?”
“I guess you’re right, otters do eat fish, and we don’t shun them. And Fluttershy has a bear hanging around, and I’m pretty sure that’s not a herbivore…”
“…?”
“I… you know what? I don’t know. You’re way more philosophical than I expected. I guess it comes down to them being scary, you know?”
“…!”
“Well, of course you wouldn’t think so.”