This story is a sequel to The Truth Behind My Little Pony
[The dead one's] name has now passed into the heritage of common speech. Listing 'burbank' as a transitive verb, Webster's New International Dictionary defines it: 'To cross or graft (a plant). Hence, figuratively, to improve (anything, as a process or institution) by selecting good features and rejecting bad, or by adding good features.' 'Beloved Burbank,' I cried after reading the definition, 'your very name is now a synonym for goodness!'
Paramahansa Yogananda-Autobiography of a Yogi
Special thanks to MisterNick, who had little hand in writing this particular one, but writing any story in this universe and not crediting him is like creating a Donald Duck cartoon and not crediting Carl Barks. He's had such a big hand in creating this universe, and since nearly all of the original stories credit him as a co-writer, it would be rude to not acknowledge him.
Slightly bigger thanks to Casketbase77, who helped a great deal more with this one, both idea and grammar wise.
And of course, the biggest thanks to Opium4TmassS for creating the universe I write this in in the first place. Without his grace and prereading, this story would not exist. I have no idea how you hooked me onto this idea, but I must thank you; I greatly enjoyed reading this, and would recommend many of his own stories set in this universe to a curious reader, if they can deal with the grammatical and storytelling flaws inherent in earlier entries.
