Pony magic was sparkly, which was good. Pony magic helped Yona's friends, which was good. Pony magic was a bright, glowing orb hovering over Yona's bed at 2 a.m., which was bad. Yona had test on pony history tomorrow. Yona tried to deal with it like a pony. She whispered that she really had to sleep so go away. The orb kept hovering.

Yona tried the pony way again. She squeezed her eyes closed tighter, took deep breaths, and counted to ten. Ten breaths later the purple light of the orb was still glowing right through her eyelids.

Yona decided this was not a pony problem, but a yak problem. So she tried the yak way.

She rolled out of her bed and stood up. She glared at the orb—and body slammed it.

That only made the whole world go bright. When her eyes recovered from the glare, she saw that she was standing in the middle of a street. It did not look like Ponyville.

"This is why Yona dating Earth Pony," she grumbled.

There was nopony around, though it did seem to be a pony village. The buildings were rougher than she was used to, squat and made of stone. But ponies could not resist putting hearts on everthing they could, and sure enough every building had at least one carved on it somewhere. A balmy pony-winter breeze carried a few snowflakes past her.

"Where Yona?" she called out loud.

There was a quiet sound in response. It did not quite sound like a voice, but it did sound like an answer. She wandered in the way it came from and stuck her head through the door of the nearest building in that direction.

A green stallion lay on the floor. His eyes were open, but he was motionless.

"Is pony okay?" Yona said.

He nodded.

"So where Yona?" she asked again.

"'Dunno," he said, so half heartedly it was barely a word. He shrugged to, for emphasis.

Yona left. "This pony not helpful."

She barged into the house next door. Two mares were inside that one. They were also lying on the floor. They looked at her when she came in, but Yona could not even get a shrug out of them.

Yona stomped back out into the street. "Yona just want to sleep!" she bellowed, "Not fix pony friendship problem!"

She wandered on through the village. Everywhere she went it was the same. Ponies sprawled out on the floors of their homes, staring at walls and doors and table legs with a bored expression. They all looked okay, like they could have stood up if they wanted. But nopony wanted to. She even smashed a stool just to see if it's owner would react. They didn't even blink.

"Yona not doctor! Why tree send Yona here!? Also why Yona alone? Yona need friends for this!"

The tree of harmony did not answer her. It was never that helpful. Stupid pony tree.

The next step after smashing something small, was to smash something big. Yona was not going to try any more smashing, but she kept that thought in mind, and began to search for the biggest thing in town.

She headed for the center of the village. There was a statue of a big pony with a big hat there. An even bigger building was behind it. Yona marched inside.

Yona had gotten the top grade in Professor Rarity's class on Equestrian architecture. She put that knowledge to use as she identified all the load bearing walls in the building. "Yona not want to smash," she warned. She repeated that two more times as she passed through the rooms of the town hall.

"Oh thank goodness, somepony standing!" a voice called. Suddenly Yona was being hugged.

The hugger, a pink stallion with a large hat, stepped back and took a good look at her. "A big pony too, this is wonderful! You're going to save us al"

"Yona not pony."

"Oh don't be silly, with that much fuzz, you've got to be a pony," the stallion chattered.

Yona shrugged. He was insane, but at least he was upright. She could work with that. "What happen to everypony?"

"Ha ha ha, I don't know what you're talking about." His grin got crooked.

"You just ask me to save you." Yona growled. She leveled her horns at him.

"I admit it!" he burst into tears. "I invited a mob of moochies into town! Oh they're despicable little critters. I heard the name and I thought they would just mooch everypony's snacks and desserts, then they would have to come to me for more and I would be the most important pony in town! I mean I already am, I'm in charge. My name is Chancellor Puddinghead, by the way. But instead they just took everypony's motivation. They depend on me for everything now. I'm running all over just to feed them and light their fires and and and everything."

Her history classes had mentioned that him, and that he was "eccentric." They had not mentiond this. He was a lot like Professor Pinkie Pie, but the wrong kind of silly. "Are all pink ponies crazy?" Yona said. She stuck her hoof in his mouth to stop him from anwering that. "Nevermind. How Yona can help? Smash moochies?"

"Oh no, they're all long gone now."

Yona was going to smash him. Nocreature would blame her.

"We just need something to perk them up again. Something that will really light a fire under their hooves." Puddinghead rambled. "I was thinking a race, you know? With big trophy as a prize. No we need something else to encourage them. Something to make sure nopony falls behind. I mean we've got to them all going. Right? You must have some ideas in that big fuzzy head. What do you think?"

"Charging yak?" Yona said.

"Yes! That's perfect! That will—whoa Whoa WHOA."

Yona had to give him credit. His plan worked. He let out some pretty mighty screams as she chased him through town. Everypony finally stirred to come and see what the commotion was. They even joined in. It was so nice to be helpful.