Know your mare, know your mare...
The farm pony couldn't help but notice a slight dinginess to the stage she had grown vaguely familiar with. And honestly, it could not have happened to a more deserving place.
Applejack...
...wrote a Broadneigh Musical twenty years ago...
"Uhh, can't say ah've got writ---How old do you reckon I am?"
Applejack...
...Goes by the pseudonym Nayroldo Bottomfinger...
"The hay's a sued-and-em? Ain't no pony named that neither."
Nayroldo Bottomfinger...
...is a miniature horse...
"My name ain't--! Wait... S'what's the difference between ah mini horse an' ah pony?"
Now you know...
Nayroldo Bottomfinger...
"Can y'all at least answer my question? Ain't they the same?"
You have no idea how ignorant you look right now...
...the whole town is laughing at you...
"But--It's just... Fer'get it!" Applejack flapped her hat off at the lights in a huff before stomping off, perhaps to find a book on the subject.