Bizarre Adventures in Equestrian Folklore

     Applejack was flabbergasted.  "What d'ya mean by that, Twi?"

     "Don't you ever wonder what those voices in your head tell you?" she had asked, innocently enough.

     "Ah don't know what yer gittin' at, Twi -- Ah've never heard voices in mah head!"

     "Pinkie Pie sometimes tells me she hears them," Twilight offered.  "I thought maybe you might hear them as well."

     "Hey, Twiley!  I heard the little voices in my head again!  They told me to make some more cupcakes!  Isn't that great?  We could have --"

     "All right, Pinkie, that's enough!  Ah've had about all I can take of that nonsense!  Twi, can you talk some sense inta her?" she asked with more than a little disgust in her voice.

     "You're just jealous because the voices talk to me!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed almost victoriously.  The pink earth pony started bounding off back towards her house after having imparted those words of wisdom (?) to the pair, both of them exchanging quizzical glances.

     "Ah told ya that pink one was crazy!" Applejack said, a grin starting to make its way across her face.

     "It could have been worse -- she could have told us she does what those little voices in her head tell her to...oh wait -- she did mention that, didn't she?"

     "Hey, Twiley!  You wanna help me make some cupcakes?" asked Pinkie Pie, who had mysteriously returned to rejoin this curious conversation.

    "Uh, maybe later, Pinkie Pie.  I remembered I have to go clean my room ... again ... for the fifth time today!  Yeah, that's it!  I gotta go clean my room!  Seeya later, PInkie!" Twilight said quickly before slamming the front door of her house shut.

    "How about you, AJ?  You wanna help me make some cupcakes?"

    "Uh, Ah just remembered Ah have some more trees to buck in the orchard.  Gotta run, Pinkie!  Bye!" Applejack said quickly before galloping back to her farm in a comically quick fashion.

    "Okie dokie loki!  Seeya around, I guess!" Pinkie said excitedly.  "I wonder why nopony wants to help me.  It couldn't have something to do with this very large knife I'm carrying or my beaming grin, could it?  Nah, that can't be it..." she muttered as she made her way back to the Bakery.