My tale of Equestria.

When I was done bandaging up my hand, I walked over to rainbow and said, "Why the hell did you scream in my ear?".  "Because you wouldn't stop singing some song." she replied.  "would it have killed you to nicely ask?" I asked.  "no." she said a bit ashamed sounding.  Then I started humming.  Which turned into singing.

"Private perks is a funny little codger with a smile,

A funny smile five feet none,

He's an artful little dodger with a smile a funny smile,

flush or broke he'l have his little joke,

He can't be suppressed! all the others,

they have to grin when he gets this off his chest,

HI!

Pack up you troubles in your old kit bag and smile smile smile,

While you've a lucifer to light your fag, smile boys that's the style!

What's the use in worrying it never was worth while,

so pack up you troubles in your old kit-bag and smile smile smile."

I putt on a grin as wide as the mississippi, and closed the cowling.  "That should do it."  Pinkey pie appeared out of nowhere, and said "I like that song.".  I replied with a "Holy shit!" as I jerked back and hit my head on the fuselage of the piper cub.  "Ow." I exclaimed walking over to the Side door and getting in the cockpit and sitting down.  Twilight then fired up her horn and made my Vintage WWII North American P-51 D mustang appear out of nowhere.  "Now Rainbow, why the hell do you give a poor punch to my face?"  before she could answer, Applejack threw her lasso around my legs and pulled me.  "What are ya gonna hog tie me?" I asked her. "yep." she replied.  "I have a revolver, your argument is invalid." she gave me an odd look and I snatched the lasso off the ground. I coiled it up and tossed it at her hooves.  "now let's see if I fueled up my mustang." I asked my self aloud.  They all looked at me and in unison said, "Your mustang?" I pointed at the P-51.  "You know the WWII fighter plane?". They looked at each other. "Well I'm gonna have a helluva time explaining this to you guys and I know rainbow will love it."   After I explained the history of humanity and warbirds I jumped in the cockpit and gave a HOORAY!  I flipped the switches for the fuel boost pumps, generators, cockpit lights, nav lights, landing lights, brakes, and tail wheel lock.  I increased the throttle, nudged back on the stick, and was airborne.  After preforming a full on air show, I landed and put on.... more. country...

"If you're gonna play in Texas, ya gotta have a fiddle in the band,

I remember down in Huston we was puttin' on a show,

When a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled, COTTEN EYE JOE!

he said we love whacher doin' boys don't get us wrong There's just somthin' missin in you- what the hell?" SLAM!  I exclaimed as a belle 222 that looked almost like air wolf Appeared and disappeared just as fast.  The slam was its winglet on the left hit me in the FACE!  After five minutes of a string of cussing and holding my face,  I calmed down.  Applejack walked up to me and saw my left hand.  "What's that?" she asked, pointing at the red part of my middle finger that was bubbled up.  "That, is when I was eleven and I accidedently touched the mettle part near the tip of a soldering iron and burned my hand." I replied.  She looked at me confused.  Then saw my nose. "Are you alright sugarcube?"  I looked cross eyed at my nose.  Then I grabbed it firmly and gave it a shark yank.  and in return, it turned strait and gave a sharp CRAAACKK.  "That hurt, but now?  Yes." that was all I could say as they looked like ooo that must've hurt.  That lead gutair is hot but not for a Louisiana man- "SHUT UP ALABAMA!!!" I yelled.  much to my amusement, it stopped when I said that.  "Okay, what in the actual fuck is going on here?!?" I shouted.