Sparky hated working at the asylum. She wanted to work with ponies... Real ponies... Not these half-sane (if that) ponies. Her dream was to become a counselor that helped ponies with problems she could understand... But until she got experience, she couldn't get a better job.
She breathed in and out and tried to compose herself. Their horror stories shocked her into the night, and she herself had to receive the very thing she wanted to give to people. She was supposed to talk to a newbie soon, and those were the worst. They were sporadic, unstable and never wanted to be in the same room, or even in the building.
Some newbies actually were convinced they were sane in the mind. Others thought they were dreaming. Some actually seemed like they were dreaming. Either way, Sparky did her very best to grin and bear it. She hated it, it caused her nothing but trouble for a paycheck. But she figured while she was there she might as well try and improve these ponies, although at times it seemed like there was no hope.
'Moon Sparkle'
She read the name of her pony next on her sheet.
"Here goes nothing..."