Equestria Day 2, part 1
 
Well the first meeting with the rest of the community was… less than peaceful to say the least. When the group gathered, I thought I’d see some resemblance of calm, orderly discussion on how best to survive and make our colony thrive. What we got was… well…
 
Chaos. Pure, unfiltered chaos.
 
Each and every second was filled with ponies yelling at one another, all of them trying to be the loudest as to have their ideas heard. I must say though, every once in a while they did manage to agree on something and it was added to our “list of things to do.” With all the commotion, even I found myself getting caught up in it and giving a few of my ideas, and to my surprise I was actually heard by a few others and managed to get a quick rundown of the crops we were cultivating. Thankfully we had several of our citizens cultivating the miracle starch; corn. With a good enough corn supply we could begin producing ethanol, and with ethanol many possibilities opened up. Fuel, sterilization methods, weaponization, and of course drinking booze. I knew it would be a while before our supply was high enough to begin the process, but the opportunity excited me greatly.
 
I left the “meeting” feeling slightly more optimistic than before. Despite all the yelling, fighting and interpersonal issues, a good deal of work managed to get done. We somehow all agreed that there should be a governing body of a council and that we’d hold elections for the seats. Ideas for oil production and water filtration were also brought up, showing that the vast majority of the colonists did have the desire to survive. It saddened me that getting supplies for the clinic would have to wait until we were much more stable, but I understood the necessity. Thankfully, I learned that there was a place where I could be of use until my needs were met.
 
As I made my way down to the docks, I had finally noticed a feeling in my gut that had been there since I arrived. I had been too nervous, anxious, or tired before now, but this feeling finally caught up with me.
 
I was hungry.
 
It just dawned on me that I hadn’t anything to eat since I arrived. My body seemed to notice as well, my stomach growling loudly as it demanded food. Blushing, I tried to think of where I could get something to eat around this colony. I remembered the crops that were being grown, but they were only recently planted, not yet fit for consumption. Also, they weren’t mine. Feeling flustered, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to survive for long. Panic began to set in as my whole being began to shake, unsure of how I’d supplement my nutritional intake… then something caught my eye.
 
Right by the side of the dirt road sat a few dandelions. Something seemed to click in my head, and I knew what I could do. It felt awkward leaning over and biting the head of the weed, but as my pony mouth began to chew, the new taste buds on my tongue lit up. I had eaten the dandelions before on a survival expedition, but they had always tasted nasty. Now, I found myself enjoying them, and actually going to chomp on the accompanying greens. When those were gone, I began to down the surrounding grass, an act I hadn’t done since I was a kid playing in my back yard with friends.
 
My meager meal wasn’t enough to satisfy my hungry stomach, but it would have to do for now. Hopefully the dock-master was still giving out fish to those who aided him, and from what I recalled about horse biology (a topic I admittedly knew almost nothing about), we could digest and process meat in small amounts. Now able to focus on the task at hand, I finished making my way to the docks, hopeful about my situation here in the colony.