I remember a day, there was a yellow cartoon mare which was singing a blues 
with a deep manly voice. I found that surprising, silly, yet enjoyable. Another 
day, a pink pony was chasing what seemed to be one of her friends, except it 
was like she wanted to tear her apart for betraying her. The following chase 
felt like a western.

It wasn't only a show for little girls. It was a fun and unforeseen ride. Like 
a kid waiting for his weekly moment of cartoony silliness.

That magic is gone now...