A year later,not too long after dad and I had returned from my first riding competition,I found myself involved with the inhabitants of Dream Valley once again. It was the first Saturday in June,if I remember the event correctly. I had just finished my practice exercises and had barely gotten started on grooming my stallion TJ when I happened to look up and notice that another pony,like Firefly,was approaching.

Once it landed,I found out that this particular one was called Skydancer,and that the little ponies were anxiously awaiting my next visit. Because I was right in the middle of an important task,I finished grooming TJ then we left. Like the last time,there was some trouble to overcome,this time,it took the form of a giant talking cat and her shapeshifting reptilian ally. Once that,and the party that was thrown in my honor were finished,I was taken home like the last time. Once there,I recorded the event in my diary,just like I had done the first time,so I could remember the event.