Ever since Mars got satellite television that included a package of channels that had the cartoons the Martians so desperately craved, there’d been a run on ponies. No, aliens were not coming to Earth and abducting baby horses. Well, sorta. The little green men would sneak off to Earth in cloaked ships once or twice a month and would huff it to those big box stores that were damned near everywhere and seemed to sell everything in the world, and would clear out the My Little Pony section. They were practically gold on the black market back home.