"Congratulations," the rabbit snapped. "You don't exist. It's literally impossible. Welcome to council."

"Buh-gutter?" I gurgled, by which I think I meant 'what?'. Thankfully, the dog chose that moment to snuggle up next to me and clue me in.

"We're the million-to-one chance, kid." A few years later, I'd learn that her accent was the one typically used by Manehatten ponies. "Well, one-to-infinity if we're being precise. Out of an infinite number of parallel universes, there's only one universe in which these versions of us exist."

The purple giant cackled, and leaned over the table to wave her eyes in my poor little face. "That's right, sprog! Ain't no other reality where one tiny piece of irredeemable daddy Discord hangs around after the stoning!" Her voice dropped into a stage whisper that somehow smelled like turquoise. "That's me, by the by."

Throughout all of this, the rabbit had been trying to get their attention with tiny little coughs. At that moment, though, he seemed to have had enough, and let out a hacking retch of a cough until all eyes had turned to him. "And we got the one Dinky Hooves that didn't get stillborn, the only Winona that was raised in Nectarine Apartments, and of course, the only Cockneigh rabbit what made it 'cross the river."

"And now we have you," the only other filly in the room whispered. "Lemon Light, in every other version of events an unpleasant stain on the morning dew, but here a healthy lil' babe with her whole life ahead of her."