No one's lived in this house for a very long time, so no one was hurt at least, but what in the world caused it to catch fire? You keep your distance until the fire brigade arrives, but inside you see movement. You don't dare charge in, you remember your fire safety lessons from school, but you call out.

The pony casually steps out from the burning door way, but she's not a pony. She's some kind of creature made of fire. The fire-mare steps out onto the street in front of you.

"Sorry..."