For want of a name

"Twilight …" Rarity said slowly, considering her words while she took a sip of cider. "You squeal like a filly every time Spike belches a letter. I do not wish to cheapen your feelings for the Night, but are you quite certain there's not some …"

"Pferdschiebung?"

"Quite so. Some projection taking place?"

I just ripped that out of my current story because for the life of me I can't come up with a ponified name for Sigmund Freud that's sufficiently acceptable to do the bilingual pun justice, and the joke is unusably obscure without the exposited context of Freudian psychology. So it will most likely never see the light of day.

There goes about 30 words from my NaNoWriMo word count, but on the bright side, I can stop beating my head against that mental block and get back to furiously typing.