>Ponyville, home of the elements of harmony, is a great place to live or it was until that Twilight thought it was a fantastic idea to interact with the other creatures.
>Posey’s been living in the countryside away from Ponyville ever since her parents moved here, so she’s been blessed to not be bothered with any griffons trying to scam her or brain-dead yaks destroying her cottage.
>But now she has another problem on her hooves, she was supposed to be getting a letter today from a friend of hers.
>There was this new-fangle device called a telephone that could’ve easily connected the two without having to wait for the mail service, but she and new-age tech never got along.
>Sitting in the lounge chair, she taps her hooves on the hardwood floor; she’s getting kinda antsy.
>She doesn't know why, but she just knows something’s going to happen, and it’s going to happen to her.
>Deciding to close her eyes, she tries to get rid of this feeling of dread while the clock on the wall ticks.
>Then, a sound invades her ear. She swivels her ears to try to determine what it is and where it’s coming from.
>The sound, it’s an awful rumbling sound.
“No way it’s a stampede. They don’t run through here…”
>She says to no one in particular as the floor begins to rumble.
>A new sound joins the fray, a type of growling sound.
“I swear to Celestia, if it’s a chimera, I’m going to write a strongly worded letter to Fluttershy to ke-”
>Her sentence is interrupted as the sound is getting louder.
>Sweat begins to drip from her forehead as the growling is now outside of her cottage and then, the sound splutters and stops.
>A loud metallic slam of steel sheets hitting each other rings out.
>”Fucking shit!”
“That’s the sound of a pony, could’ve he gotten rid of that beast? He doesn’t sound so pleased…”
>Posey peaks her head through the window shutters to a horrific sight.
>Outside of her cottage are three monsters, two of them are ape-like creatures walking on two spindly limbs and wearing weird clothing, and the other is a big metallic beast. The only way Posey can describe it is like somepony made a drivable wagon out of metal, and its tires rubbery compared to the traditional wooden ones.

>A scream coming from the cottage attracts the attention of the apemen.
>>”What the hell was that?”
>”Someone must be hurt. You go on and replace the tire; I’m going to check to see if she’s alright.”
>The ape-creature rolls his eyes at his comrade before continuing on with his work.
>The other ape takes a quick glance at the small garden to his left while making his way to the cottage.
>Upon reaching the front door, he raises his fist and knocks it against the oak wood door.
>No answer.
>Another knock.
>No answer.
>The ape raises his hand again to give the door one more knock.
>The door immediately opens to the sight of a mare, standing on her hind hooves, wildly swinging a frying pan around.
>“Oh shit!”
>The alien yells as he backs away from the crazy mare.
>>”Anon! What the hell’s going on?!”
“GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!!!”
>Posey screams at the top of her lungs.
>Accidentally putting his foot out, Anon trips the awkwardly running mare over.
>Posey hits the ground with a thud while the pan bounces on the floor before falling flat on the ground.
>With Anon’s quick thinking, he kicks the pan to make sure Posey doesn’t retrieve it.
>”Are you willing to talk if I can just explain what's wrong?”
“Why should I?! You’re on my road! You-- You-- You horrid beasts!!!”
>>”It’s not, as by law, this is considered a public road.”
“SHUT UP!”
>Posey screams as the ape rolls his eyes while working on the flat tire.
“JUST WHAT IN CELESTIA’S BIG REAR ARE YOU?!?”
>”I’m Anon Y. Mous, and that’s Incog N. Ito. We are Motor Transport Operators under the World Coalition Force of Planet Earth. You must’ve read about our arrival in the paper.”
“Not only abominations, but also aliens!”
>>”Guess we could say the same for your kind, horse.”
“It’s Posey! And I’m a pony!”
>Posey growls at Incog as she starts to trot up to him.
>Anon puts his hands up in a ‘woah woah’ gesture as he stands in between Posey and Incog.
>”Don’t listen to him, he’s just grumpy that we’ve lost our way to Ponyville.
>>”We wouldn’t be lost if you'd let me drive.”
>”Not helping, Incog.”
>Posey’s face squints at Anon, not impressed at the human’s mistake.
“Like I help such vile beasts!”
>”Well, I guess we’ll just have to sit here and wait until someone else comes by.
>Posey’s eyes shoot open at the idea of having these two apes and their mechanical beast blocking not only the road, but also her view of nature.
“Ponyville is twenty miles down southwest. You take a right seven miles back and then you take a left. NOW LEAVE.”
>>”We are now. Come on, Anon, the sooner we get there, the sooner I can return to the land of the big PX.”
>”Coming!”
>Anon turns around to look at the yellow mare and smile.
>”Thank you for the help; I’m so sorry for the inconvenience."
>Posey lets out a huff and looks away from the operator.
“Oh please! I only helped you so I don’t have to look at your ugliness anymore!”
>>”Move your ass, Anon!”
>Anon runs up to the passenger side of the eighteen wheeler and hops in.
>Setting it in reverse, the big rig lets out a harsh beeping noise as it backs down the road.
>After the beeping subsides, Posey trots back to her cottage as she begins to think about the two aliens.
>Even though she didn’t like the aliens, she would rather have to deal with Anon than a zebra or that Incog.