A companion foal lay on the ground, blinking its eyes. It cocked its ears and made an expression that looked remarkably like a humans grimace.

Uhg. What just happened? It feels like my head exploded. That can't be good.

Why hello there. May I ask what your name is? We're all wondering.

The foal shot its head up, looking wildly around. It scrambled to its feet in a panic, searching for the voices that sounded like they were coming from its head.

Who are you? What are you doing in my head? Why are you in my head? Am I going mad!?

Don't worry little one, you aren't going insane. We're your family.

Really? My family lives in my head?

No, we don't live in your head. Look right behind you.

The foal turned its head to look behind itself, losing its balance and falling over. It let out a startled whinny.

Ahh! I'm falling, help me!

You really need to work on your balance if you're going to be considered a companion.

A companion? Are you a companion?

The foal looked at the companion mare in front if it with its head cocked.

Yes, I am. My name's Helva. What's yours?

I'm, I'm Silvia. Can you tell me more about companions?