Many years ago, when candles replaced lightbulbs and
records were written by the ink of the octopus, a little pony began recording
the story of how his world came to be. Alone in his cell he began to compile
the whispers and the tales passed down from mother to daughter and father
to son over the years ponies had roamed the earth.
On his death, the pony left several rolls of parchment
sealed with the tallow of the beeswax candle in whose light he had worked
for so many years, and it became known as his *Ponia Historia*...
The History of Ponyland.
The chronicles of Skylarke
Part I
(My sincerest and humble posthumous apologies to Polydore Vergil for corrupting the name of his book published in 1502 *Anglica Historia*...hehehehe)