Twilight Sparkle vs. The Mobile Morbid Equine Corpse Display
“Okay, I know it seems bad—”
“Oh, it’s not ‘bad’. It’s sick.”
“Look, Twi, it weirded me out too, at first. But—”
“Sunset, how is it not still weirding you out? If I, as Crown Princess, were to commission an attraction where ponies sat on effigies of humans stabbed completely through with giant poles, all of Equestria would rightfully be disturbed!”
“But ponies here aren’t like us! They’re like Applejack’s horse, they’re not sentient beings!”
“Oh, my mistake, it’s simply animal cruelty being celebrated here.”
“It’s not— ugh, look, the pole is just there to control how it moves and for people to hold! It’s simulating the idea of riding a horse.”
Silent against the jaunty music emanating from the carousel, Sunset watched the Princess's face as she processed the idea.
The eyes on said face narrowed considerably.
“…That’s disgusting. I thought this was supposed to be for children.”