Tornado chasing is dangerous, both for the pegasi in the air and for the chasers on the ground. Sooner or later a storm's going to have somebody—or somepony's number.
A storm knocks out the power to Luke and Moonlight Zephyr's house. She doesn't realize the implications of it until she tries to make herself a smoothie.
Pulling a carriage in New York City isn't all that different from pulling a carriage in Equestria. Except for the regulations—the law is complicated, and not really set up for an Equestrian pony.
Oceanside tourist towns are seasonal, with an ebb and flow of tourists like the tides, or maybe like fields—Corduroy Road isn't great at metaphors, but she can drive a backhoe or a truck.
Another year has passed, and Halloween has rolled around once more. Last year I took ponies to a trunk-or-treat. This year I'm hosting a costume contest.
Most food carts in Philadelphia have a theme and menu. Parsnip doesn't have a menu, but she does have a theme—whatever she can get cheap at the farmer's market the day before.
For four pony visitors to Earth, practically everything is new and overwhelming, including food: not only in the wide variety of foods available, but how do you eat them with hooves?
Doing laundry is always a chore, and sometimes I envied my pony neighbor for rarely having to do laundry. Until I found out she wasn't allowed to wash her blankets.
“Tour America by Rail!” the sign said, and so Sweetsong does. Everything she needs for a journey fits into her saddlebags, and there are plenty of trains to choose from if she’s resourceful enough.
Saturday was a day to unwind, a day to sleep late, to eat brunch instead of breakfast, go out to the lake, or to invite friends over for a barbeque. Unless the lawnmower was broken and Ms. Bundermann is on the prowl.