“I believe in Equestria. Equestria has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the Equestrian fashion. I gave her freedom, but I taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a stallion, not from Canterlot. She went to the theater with him. She stayed out late. I didn’t protest. Two months ago he took her for a ride, with another colt friend. They made her lick salt and then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they beat her. Like a mule. When I went to the hospital, her snout was broken. Her jaw was shattered, held together by wire. She couldn’t even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life. A beautiful mare. Now she will never be beautiful again.”

“Zecora, show her the door.”