Staringing Across the Divide

In the cold cloistering season of winter, lounging by the fire in my reading room, I get to thinking. What would happen, if you take out the disorientation implicit in navigating a new geometry of a radically different universe, if a pony should step out into a city on earth World, or if a 'person' should step out into a city in Equestria?

Panic, probably. Like with Zecora, at first, in Ponyville. But eventually? I'd like to think that a person would become accepted as part of pony society, like a minotaur or a griffon, only harder to feed. I doubt a pony, especially a unicorn or a pegasus, would integrate quite so easily into a meat eating society where only one species can talk.

It's probably the hay. Winter fare slows a pony down. First cut hay dampens the metabolic fire to a slow, steady burn.