The day was an unusually calm one for the inhabitants of Manehatten, the birds were chirping in the trees, and a slight breeze was blowing through the bustling city streets and alleyways. Everypony seemed to have a task to do and a direct path to get to accomplish it, eyes locked forward, very little chatting, and confident strides reflected on all the ponies in the square below.
However for one certain pony, things were not as going as planned. A little red unicorn was seen walking the streets, upon a distant eye, nothing was out of place, but upon closer inspection, something was very off, the once red face, seemed to slowly be growing green, and more and more the pony began to stumble, ducking into a nearby alley, he let's out a loud moan, vomiting onto the cool asphalt.
With a wipe of his lips, Strawberry, the Unicorn, sighed out, heading out once more, the recent medicine the doctor had given him