Mrs. Cake's laughter cut itself short as she noticed the ground was giving rhythmic tremors that were progressively growing stronger. She turned to the source, and her mouth opened in shock as she saw the biggest pony in recorded history walk up to her, cast his Warshovel down on the counter, and then sit and square her with his gaze.

"I hear you make the hardest punch in this...'Ponyville'." Rockhoof grunted. "I'll take a pint."

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(He is...alive...)

(I thought of holding my tongue until the end of the first season at least, but...I can't take it anymore.)

"Ah...ah...aaaaah! AAAH!"

With a snort and a start, a brown colored mare stirred in her bed and suddenly sat bolt upright on the sounds of hearing a green stallion with a find-the-difference picture for a Cutie Mark crying out next to her. She immediately turned and began to jab him with her hoof.

"Carl! Carl! Wake up!"

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"Your turn."

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At the local hayburger joint, a line had formed at the counter of rather confused ponies holding their recently-placed orders. Each one in turn was confused as they went up to the burger flipper in turn and showed him that all they had received was a hay patty with toppings.

All the burger flipper could do was shrug. "It's our new special, man. 'Naked Hayburgers'."

"Happy birthday, dear Orange Marmalade! Happy birthday to you!"

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"...And I said, 'I don't really care how big or small the fans are. I'm just wondering what you're plugging them into. Don't tell me those things run off of gas lines.' Do we even have gas lines in Ponyville? For that matter, do we need them? You can pretty much see in broad daylight even in the middle of the night. Come to think of it, when's the last time we haven't had a full-"

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The blue stallion pushed the plate of cookies out of the way, slapped the field guide on the table, cracked open to a pre-marked page, and then shoved it forward for his green friend to look at.

"There you go, Carl."

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