A silhouette of a gently rocking cradle cast onto the the wall in the moonlight. PonyVille was still and quiet, except for one little newborn. The whimpering young mare flailed her hooves under the thin blanket as her father, a small, scruffy stallion named TinkerTool, desperately tried to calm her down. "SteamCog, it's ok sweetie, daddy's here for you", he whispered, stroking her fluffy mane. Thunder suddenly clashed outside; rain pummeled the dusty window; lightning flashed, momentarily lighting the room. It was filled to the brim with all kinds of kooky, steam-powered inventions like engines, mobiles and a pair of tear-stained, rusty shoes