"Once upon a time, in a land called Equestria there lived a little pony named Lyn Clover." Lyn smiled as he wrote his own story on paper. Then he remembered rather sadly he didn't know how to actually write and looked at his hoof-scrawl on his makeshift desk and sighed. It wasn't that he was ignorant, he was a very perceptive colt but he'd never been to school. Everything he knew he'd learned on his own or watched others do it, he looked out his crooked window in his one room shack, at his wonderful garden and found comfort in the sight of it. "You think I'm smart,right friends!" He exclaimed to his flowers outside his window. He looked at the mark on his flank,the greenest flowers in all Equestria a shame he'd never seen any actually so green, but flowers of any color were beautiful to Lyn.
"Cutie Mark, I've never had a name for you till now." He thought aloud about the little foals he'd seen wondering near the edge of the Everfree Forest, the tree home they had nearby such loud littl