"Hey Tavi! Come here!" The mare yells. You hear a voice from the other room.
"Did you find out what was making that racket?" The voice asked. A grey earth pony entered the room. "Vinyl, where did you find a baby?" she sighed.
"The alleyway." Your savior replied.
"You can't keep him." Tavi stated. "He probably has parents somewhere. And I don't think raves are very child friendly."
"We'll figure out something..." Vinyl said. "We'll find a babysitter."
"We can barely afford this crappy apartment. We can't afford a foal."
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