An'on'ymous in Equestria

>Green
>All in front of you, you see green
>You tilt your head to the left and right
>You continue to see green, with bits of brown and blue
>You tilt your head far enough to see what's behind you
>Green
>You are suddenly aware that this green is actually beneath you
>You're on your back, and the green beneath you is grass
>Thus it stands to reason that the green and blue above you must be trees and the sky
>A sky, at least
>With a bit of trouble and shaking, you make your way to your feet
>It occurs to you now that you are stark naked
>This, however, was not a far throw from the rags you had on before
>Indeed, in the days, hours, and minutes leading up to your execution, you wore naught but a burlap sack
>Ate naught but the potatoes from that sack, too
>Ah, yes, your execution, you remember it so vividly
>Tinker with some artifacts the Senate doesn't think you should tinker with and it's off with your head
>Such a barbaric world you lived in
>Hopefully this afterlife will be a bit better
>After all, you're stuck with it for eternity, if you're not mistaken
>First things first, you fashion a skirt out of leaves and vines
>They may go naked here in the afterlife, but it'll take you some time to get used to it
>You find a winding path through the forest, and decide to see where it goes
>As you walk along the path, you feel a strange feeling
>It is as though some sort of energy flows from the forest around you and into your being
>It leaves you feeling rejuvenated, and full of life
>Full of afterlife, maybe
>Eventually, you spot a small cottage at what appears to be the edge of this forest
>A small creature seems to be tending to a garden of sorts
>It's body is overall equine in appearance, but with many exaggerated and oversimplified features
>"Oh, Angel, if only I had someone to help me water these plants. I'm afraid my garden is growing too large to care for on my own."
>The creature speaks!
>Interesting, from the voice it sounds female, but you can't be certain with an unfamiliar talking species
>It also seems to want your help in tending to its garden
>Well, someone's help, at least
>As you begin to approach and introduce yourself, you stop to wonder, what's a creature doing tending a garden in the afterlife?
>Perhaps its paradise is simply to tend its garden undisturbed
>Which you realize casts a new light on what you're doing, which is disturbing it during its garden-tending
>Before you can clear your throat or say "Hello", you feel a twig break under your foot and hear an audible snap
>The small creature perks up, before turning side to side to see where exactly the sound came from
>Finally it turns round and sees you standing on its cobblestone path to its house
>You're not sure how it'll react, when it eventually does, so you decide to smile and wave, hoping this will somehow cause it to warm up to you
>It simply lets out a small "eep" before seizing up and becoming perfectly still
>Uh
"Hello, there," you say in your best calming voice, "My name is Antonon Ptolymous, but most people call me An'on'ymous."