In response to a gory horror fic that was published in a popular pulp fiction magazine, the Rainbow Factory decides to open up tours to prove that making a rainbow does NOT involve grinding up ponies.

(author's note, I READ RAINBOW FACTORY FOR THIS STORY, OH CELESTIA WHY!?)

I figured that one of two scenarios were the most likely:

#1 I really was in Equestria and it would be in my best interests to play dumb. I figured that it would be weird enough if someone you didn't know knew who you were, so something you didn't know would be twice as creepy;

or #2 I was hallucinating and for all I knew, Twilight and company would grow fangs and start tearing me apart and it wouldn't matter anyways.

What? I'm just being realistic here.