Pony Fails

It was a still spring night at Sweet Apple Acres. Luna's moon hung low and full in the sky, there was no breeze to stifle the mild humidity, and the scent of crisp apples hung in the moist night air.

The quiet was shattered by the introduction of a poorly-played synthesizer just outside the farm house. A light turned on in one window; Applejack leaned outside to see what was going on.

Soarin, dressed in something that looked like Rarity's boutique had thrown up all over him and wearing a pair of sunglasses with triangle frames, stood outside the farm house, hooves slamming down seemingly at random on the keys of the offending synth. Seeing Applejack in the window, he began to sing:

"Sell me pies, sell me sweet little pies..."

A T-shirt cannon loaded with apples can do a variety of damage to a pony's body. Soarin learned that the hard way that night...