One morning, Vancouver was hit with a relatively big surprise. One of its citizens was feeling ill, but she couldn’t predict she’d transform into a giant pony. Within an instant, that’s what the streets of the city were greeted with, an equine standing at hundreds of feet tall. At least she would be standing if she were awake.
 
Andrea slowly woke up from her slumber and noticed she wasn’t in bed. Rather, she was pretty far up in the air with cars below her. She catapulted up, her field of vision flying higher, now equal with the mountains surrounding the city. She was too scared to be embarrassed by her lack of, now that she thought about it and looked at herself, lack of humanity. She was a pony! But not of the little variety!
 
People were gathering around her with all sorts of emotions. Anger, joy, fear, it was all happenning too fast for Andrea to register. Ultimately, joy overrode the crowd, confusing her immensely. She leaned down and spoke up, “Could any of you change me back?”. Her squeaky, feminine voice was now a shockwave spiralling down the city blocks, with a few lighter people flat-out tumbling back. “Well this is a problem” she whispered to herself, still causing a few windows to break.
 
Despite her tremendous situation, she had to admit the Canadians around her were rather cute, like Breezies tenfold. It was like a pile of ants that could talk and give you things. Many of them started to worship her pony body, which she found a little creepy, but there were a couple parents requesting that their children ride her.
 
This wasn’t a nightmare, this was really a dream come true. For as long as she could remember (the transformation affected her brain to an extent), she’d been voicing these characters whose goal was to make children smile and learn, and now she could be the pony giving them rides and showing them the world. Andrea Libman said to herself, “I could get used to this.”