Sweet Apple Acres houses plenty of non-pony residents, but it's not like ponies eat bacon or lamb chops. What are they doing there? And how do they see their own situation? Are they, in fact, a free love hippie community, or is the truth more sinister than anypony knows?

Written in response to a rather off-beat discussion starting on a Lunaverse thread, but generic enough to count as maneverse as well.

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