Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Pinkie, Braeburn, Applejack and Rarity trekked to the edge of Sweet Apple Acres, the fragrant smell of fruit filling their eager nostrils. Pinkie Floyd was in a great mood, a smile on her face as she lead her confused, but excited, friends to the nearby railroad tracks.

"Don't tell me you're headin' t' the railroad!" Applejack suddenly realized, protesting by stomping her hooves down hard on the fertile earth. Braeburn grinned a bit wider and Rarity just sighed.

"Am I going to get dirty?" Rarity asked, frustrated, "I just did my hair, Pinkie."

Pinkie groaned, exasperated. She turned to her friends without a good word to say. How could they pass up such a cool opportunity? They were clearly losing their minds.

"Guuys!" Pinkie whined, stomping her feet, "I'm going to show you something super amazing!"

"Ah'm game," Braeburn immediately promised, the adventurous type by nature. He took his place by Pinkie's side, holding his head up high and adjusting the hat on his head.

"But Braeburn, we ain't allowed down by the railroad tracks!" Applejack reminded him, scornfully. Rarity rolled her eyes again.

"I promise it will be super duper cool!" Pinkie Pie shouted, jumping in place. Applejack and Rarity simply had to see this, it was going to be so wonderful! As Pinkie jumped she could feel the bullets in her coat pocket clanking together and it made her heart pound a bit faster. Pinkie Pie turned and began running off towards the railroad tracks. She looked to her left and saw that Braeburn was running at her side, their hooves pounding into the soft earth and digging up little holes in the shape of hooves. Behind her she could hear Applejack and Rarity sprinting to catch up with the duo and she grinned excitedly.

This was going to be a great day.

As they finally reached the edge of Sweet Apple Acres, Pinkie Pie saw a dip in the landcape, a narrow road filled with gravel that she would need to climb down to reach. Beyond the thin layer of gravel was railroad tracks, shiny and metallic. Pinkie Pie bounced, turning to her panting friends with a smile on her face. It was time to begin!

Pinkie Pie, Braeburn, and Applejack jumped off the ridge and landed in rough gravel. It wasn't very kind to Pinkie's hooves, but she could deal with it for now.

"Ouch!" whined Rarity, who had tripped and landed in the gravel, even skidding a little bit.

"Are ya alright, Rares?" Braeburn asked, rushing to her side immediately.

"Yes..." Rarity sighed, brushing herself off and shaking her head in dismay. Tears welled at her eyes, but she kept them back.

Pinkie Pie smiled at her friends as they gathered and removed bullets from her pocket. The day was foggy and gray, but not too terribly cold. Pinkie showed them the bullets and they all gasped in alarm.

"Where'd ya get those?" Applejack asked, her eyes wide and confused.

"My Daddy was in the war," Pinkie explained, not daring to look her friends in the eye. She really shouldn't have taken the bullets, they were one of the few things her mother still had of her father. However, she was exceptionally curious as to what kind of awesome power they harvested on the train tracks...

"Here's what I'm going to do," Pinkie stated, hearing a thin rumble begin on the tracks. Nearby them was a long, expansive tunnel which the train would go through soon. "I'm going to put these bullets on the track and watch them blow up. I'll go in the tunnel, you all stay here and watch."

"Cool!" Braeburn shouted, high-hoofing Pinkie Pie.

"Now y'all better wait an apple-pickin' minute here! Ain't that a taaad dangerous, Pinkie?" Applejack interjected, clearly upset.

"You're going to get yourself killed!" Rarity cried, dramatically.

"You just watch!" Pinkie Pie declared, storming off towards the shaking tracks and into the tunnel. She gingerly stepped over the more jagged stones, listening as Rarity and Applejack protested. She looked at the silver bullets and examined them. They were a bit rusty, but still sleek to the touch. She placed them gently on the track, the sound of a train booming in her ears.

"PINKIE! GET OFF THE TRACKS!" Rarity cried, her voice almost drowned out by the sound of the train. Pinkie quickly leaped off the tracks and stepped away. She pressed herself against the wall of the tunnel, the screams of her friends suddenly drowned out as a large train thundered past. Her ears felt violated by noise, and they hurt so badly that her head began to ache. The train quickly rolled over the bullets, crushing them and causing sparks to fly into the air with a loud bang. Suddenly Pinkie noticed many hooves reaching out to grab her, but she couldn't detect where they were from. She cried out in fear, clutching the wall with her hooves, and pressing to it as tight as possible.

"YOU! YES, YOU! STAND STILL, LADDIE!" Mr. McAvoy screamed at a nearby foal, slapping him across his hooves with a ruler. Pinkie Pie grimaced, feeling uncomfortable by the sheer sight of any classmate hurt.

"Repeat after me..." Mr. McAvoy ordered the class, "Princess Celestia banished Princess Luna to the moon when Luna was corrupted with power."

Pinkie Pie mumbled along, her eyes hardly ever leaving her poetry book. She was so filled with inspiration, she had so many deep feelings that she simply had to express. Pinkie's talent for words was growing and growing as the days passed. Her pencil in hand, Pinkie Pie crafted her words.

Suddenly Pinkie Pie's journal was snatched from her unsuspecting hooves. Snapping her head up, she met eyes with Mr. McAvoy, and he did not look happy. He lifted the book above his head and showed it to the class, other fillies gasping and laughing.

"What have we here, missy? Mysterious couplings? A secret chord?" Mr. McAvoy laughed in a cruel manner and opened the book. Pinkie was humiliated, a fierce blush warming her face. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes and her throat felt choked. She looked next to her, Braeburn was always comforting. This time Brae simply turned away.

"No, poems no less! Poems everpony!" the other fillies laughed, some because they thought it was funny and others because they feared corporal punishment. "The filly recons herself a poet!"

In her mind, Pinkie Pie begged him to stop. She begged him not to read her precious poetry aloud, but he had no respect for her mental wishes. He cleared his throat, and from that point on Pinkie Pie knew that it was all over.

"My name is Pinkie Floyd, and I am here to say, I'm going to make you smile, and I will brighten up your day. It doesn't matter now, if you are sad or blue, because cheering up my friends," Mr. McAvoy grimaced and shook his head slowly before uttering the final phrase, "is just what Pinkie is here to do."

Mr. McAvoy put Pinkie's book back on her desk gently. Pinkie sniffed and looked up at him as tears rolled down her face, and he simply smacked her hooves with his ruler. She cried out in pain and wailed like a small foal.

"Absolute rubbish, Pinkie! Get back to work."

As Mr. McAvoy's lesson continued, Pinkie didn't pay attention any better. She daydreamed about marching in straight lines as Mr. McAvoy screamed at her. Do it again! Do it again! Pinkie was sick of do-overs. She daydreamed about a grand, giant machine covered in an emblem of hammers. It took children and ground them up into conformity. After all, that's what school was doing to her and the other children. It was making them all conform. Pinkie wished she could destroy everything in the school. She would love to crack the desks with hammers, break open the windows with fire extinguishers, rip the pages out of every one of her textbooks. Mostly, though, she wished that she could burn the schoolhouse down.

That day, after school ended, Pinkie Pie ran home and locked herself in her room. There, she wrote one more poem, a poem that expressed her real feelings about the school she was forced to grow up in.

We don't need no education.

We don't need no thought control.

No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

Teacher leave them kids alone

Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.