You've popped into Equestria one fateful afternoon. You don't know if it's a dream, a coma fantasy, some kind of interplanetary vortex trip, or what, but you just have to deal with it. Immediately heading to Twilight's library after meeting some bickering fillies, you feel ready for whatever this strange place can throw at you. However, you find that you'll face some problems with communication. The ponies should hear you speaking perfect English to them. Right?

This is a loose spiritual sequel to my fics A Realistic Note About Compatibility and Not So Macintosh. I have no idea where the image is from. Thanks for reading.