This mare was not right in the head and wouldn't you know it... her name was Moon Struck. She had this thing for leather-bound canteens. She would always offer me one every time I came over for a visit. What started out as an innocent hobby of collecting canteens has turned into an obsession. She has canteen earrings, a dress made out of canteens. Furthermore, she has hundreds upon hundreds of canteens filled with blood in her basement.

Moon Struck would beckon me to go into the basement with her to sample the various canteens of blood. She had blood from practically every pony in Ponyville! How? I don't even know. She even has a canteen of my blood. When she had told me this, I was creeped out. Nonetheless, I was still her friend.