>You decide that sitting on the floor in the basement and waiting for your uncle to discover your new ‘friend’ is a pretty bad idea, so you take the initiative. 
>You deftly pick up this ‘Echo’ bat-pony-thing and carry her into your bedroom.
>Actually, this is the first time you’ve had a girl in your room in a long time.
>Too bad she’s not a member of your species.
>And unconscious.
>Damn.
>But you place her on your bed anyway and quickly wrap a blanket around her.
>As you do so she seems to bury herself further into the wrapping you put around her, and before you know it the only visible trace of her is a bulge in the sheets.
>She has become one with the bed.
>That’s actually kinda cute.
>But, you can still hear your uncle moving around upstairs, so you go ahead and head on up.
>You can feel a small sense of dread as you ascend; what if he says she can’t hang around for a bit? You don’t want to kick her out into a world she had no clue about.
>Guess you’ll just have to be persuasive. 
>As you reach the top of the staircase your eyes fall on your uncle: Glen.
>He’s about mid fifties, balding, and he’s usually inseparable from a characteristic cheeky grin.
>But his grin isn’t there.
>Instead his facial expression shows nervousness.
>”Ohho Anon, hey, yeah ugh, so. Crazy stuff today huh? With the horses yeah, and the whatzits and the crazy right? Eh?”
>Something is up.
>Well no shit something’s up. Magical horses from god knows where start showing up around the world a few hours ago.
>How much more ‘up’ could you get?
>But... you don’t think that’s what’s ‘up’ with your Uncle Glen.
>He has always been cool and collected when it came to surprises. Even worldview shattering surprises like this whole pony situation.
>Hell the only time you can really remember him being this frazzled was when there was anything serious involving his daughter, but cancer took her last year, so what could it be?
>While you’ve been wondering you, once again, haven’t verbally responded and he’s getting even more jumpy by the second. 
>Damn your social skills and sense of timing in a conversation.
“Yeah Glen, sure has been a bit of a crazy day. How’d work go?”
>He keeps glancing nervously toward the door, but he replies anyway, or at least he begins to reply.
>”Oh? Work? Yeah it was all just standard fare, ya know? Move a box here move a box there. Working a crane isn’t really-”
>”Mr. Glen? Can I come in now?” a new, very high pitched and feminine, voice pops up from just outside the door.
>No
>No way, did he really pick up one of those ponies as well?
>Well you didn’t really ‘pick up’ Echo in a figurative sense.
>She kinda broke in after all.
>You don’t have much time to wonder though; because your Uncle Glen sighs and promptly calls back out to the foreign voice with a reassuring “Yes, Lily”.
>In an instant a light cyan pony (with a horn!) rounds the corner of the door frame and darts into the house.
>Or at least she would have if her really, really, horrifically terribly long white hair didn’t snag onto something on the door and bring her to a grinding halt.
>Your uncle looks over at her and sighs.
>”Anon, this is Lily.”
>She smiles meekly up at you, with wide eyes.
>You look over to your uncle.
>His grin is sheepish, and his facial expression only seems to say one thing: Please?
“ha, hahah, haaaha ahHAH hahAHHAAHAHAHAAAHAAHAAA”
>You try to stop laughing, but you can’t.
>The ridiculousness of the situation is what made you start laughing, but now that you’ve started laughing what’s actually sustaining your laughter is their expressions.
>Your uncle’s expression is a look of dumbfounded confusion.
>Lily’s seems to be the same, but with a hint of fear as well.
>”Anon what’re laughin’ about so much?” Your uncle sounds off in a very exasperated manner.
“It, it’s that with you, and the pony I didn’t, oh god-”
>That’s all you can manage before breaking back into a rage of wheezing gasps, and eventually coughing as your two companions stare at you with astounded faces.
>After a short while you’re able to stop wheezing and quietly explain the situation to your uncle. How you also found a pony. How you were just as worried about telling the family, and how amusing it was (to you, anyway) to have the tables completely turned as soon as you came upstairs.
>When you finish telling your story to your uncle he begins chuckling himself, and you follow suite.
>You see, Glen shares your sense of humor, and pretty soon both of you are completely overtaken by excessive amounts of laughter yet again.
>And Lily is still stuck there staring at the two of you; aghast at just what the hell she’s gotten herself into.
>Boy, you sure love your uncle.