First, here is a word from Wind Whistler, on ponies who have been making mean comments about her;

You know, it certainly amazed me to no end, with as long as I have lived in Dream Valley and Ponyland in general, how few mares and stallions seem to really understand me. Gusty believes me to be completely and utterly devoid of feelings at times, while Buttons often enjoys making fun of my seeming lack of emotions that I display on a daily basis. Being that these kind of jabs at my person are a regular occurrence, and I have come to accept the unmalicious 'Mr. Spock' jokes from Fizzy (based on a character from a science fiction television program from Megan's world), and the occasional 'walking computer' remark. It comes with the territory of being a uniquely intellectual pony such as myself.

But recently, the mudslinging and insults have reached my family, as well. Visiting fillies and colts from other lands have been asking my daughter Moondream what it's like have a mother who can't even feel love for her. An elven commentator from the royal court of De Braniforr joked that I must be truly emotionless to have married a lazy and drunken Gaelic stallion, insulting Chief with the most horrible stereotypes imaginable. But the worst insult came the other day out of a satirist from New Equestria, who claims I have suppressed my emotions to the point of mental instability. This wise and wonderful genius claims I have emotionally repressed myself to the point of... *ahem* 'frustration', and that I'm simply a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off, and turn into some kind of two-dimensional evil stereotype who wants to harm everyone around me.

You all want me to comment on this? Fine. You all want me to share my feelings? I will.

In the words of a dear human friend of mine...

...#$%!-OFF!

From your writing and analysis of my personality and character, you obviously don't have the slightest grasp on what kind of pony I really am. I would never act or behave in such a manner as your fallacious claims suggest. And since you clearly don't understand a thing about me, you have no damn business writing about me in any way, shape or form. So please do me a favor, and keep your opinions of me to yourself, all right?

Hey Gusty? You wanna know where I was when the feelings fairy was handing out feelings? The same place you were when she made you an insensitive b&#$h who looses her temper and shoots off her mouth at the drop of a damn hat! Oh, and Buttons? I wonder why the feelings fairy made you into such a lovesick old mare who's always whining for Slugger to save her, and you can't even keep that little brat Lickety Split under control for one damned performance during the spring festival? Your voice either sounds like a human woman whose been smoking for three years, or sounds just like Paradise talking- I swear I don't know which one of you is talking unless I see which pony's lips are moving!

What?! No, that's not a frazit under my left wing, I have no idea what the buck you're talking about! Now, would you please GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE!

Wind Whistler

Nest, Applejack says a few words on her immortality;

Ugh, can you believe it? We're finally getting that stupid bridge over to the mushromp fixed! It's been four years since Megan and I fell in and nearly drown, and Majesty has let that rotten old collection of planks just sit there? Well, the other day I finally went out there with a bunch of construction stallions, and they finally tore out all those old planks and rope, and replaced the entire structure with new wood and support. Now, ponies won't be in any danger when they cross the Rainbow river to go seek advice from Mr. Moochick.

This rickety old bridge and I do have a history, though. Years ago, this is the same place my Ponyville friends and I crossed the river, when we were headed to the palace of the two sisters to find the elements of harmony. the rickety old bridge here at that that time actually broke, and we all would've been goners if it hadn't been for Rainbow Dash saving the day! This spot has been important to me twice in my life, times when my friends came together, and times where a pony or ponies needed saved that made our friendships stronger.

You know, my life has kind of been like that, too. With my friends in Equestria, my dependability held the group together. And now, I'm part of the glue among my Dream Valley group of friends. I've heard it said that I'm one of the bridges between Ponyland and Equestria in the modern world, and a reminder of what the friendship of that age actually meant. There are even ponies who call me a living treasure of Ponykind's past! Not bad for a thousand year old mare who grew up on a farm and used to talk with a funny accent, huh?

My accent... Heh, you know what? I never told tornado this when he was writing his fancy-shcmancy history about me, but I actually still have my accent. But you see, my accent only shows up when I talk pony talk- sorry, I mean what you call 'equinic'. When I learned to talk English, I learned to talk with a- what did Tornado call it?- oh yeah, a 'midwestern accent', so I sound kinda like Megan. And my voice in pony talk sounds a lot more serious, while my English sounds like a mouse on helium. Here, wanna see how different it is?

Pony talk: "Nieeeeghhhh!" (Howdy, mah name's Applejack! How y'all doin?)

English: "Are you sure this bridge is safe?"

See? I sound all crackly and squeaky! Buuut, even though my voice sounds terrible, I still prefer speaking in English, casue everyone else talks like that, and it's a much easier language to use. (that, and I haven't used pony talk that much in a really, really long time) Like I said, not bad for a farm pony with a funny accent, huh?

(And yeah, that chubby pony with the fluffy tail and blue bow on my butt is me- DEAL WITH IT!)

Applejack Lightning

Now, Paradise has something to say about the bushwoolies...

Hey there, readers! Paradise here! You know, we ponies love having friends, and there is no friends quite as close to a pony as a pet. Many ponies have cats and dogs, while many other have birds, pet lizards, and turtles. But here in Dream Valley, we have an odd set of pets, little bizarre oddities that the rest of Ponyland has a hard time comprehending.

They are the Bushwoolies, little fuzzballs that we met when they were slaves of the cat witch, Catrina. Odd, multicolored balls of fur with faces, they are a bunch of goofballs who agree with anyone they are with at the time. These little buggers settled in Dream Valley after we rescued them, and propagated their numbers to the point that a great many ponies in the castle were able to adopt them as pets. It's not uncommon to see groups of the little scurrying around the castle, agreeing with each other, and everything anyone else says to them.

The oddest thing about this crew is that every small group of Bushwoolies that are together form something of a single mind between them- seriously, the though of individual action amongst any single bushwoolie is utterly alien to them. No single bushwoolie has an individual personality, they don't even have names of their own. Yes, some Bushwoolies do have names, like Wishful, Cheery, Friendly and Hugster- but those are names we ponies gave them to tell them apart, they don't mean anything to the Bushwoolies themselves. Only Eager, their group's leader, recognizes his own name and has his own personality. The rest might as well all be one big bushwoolie. Still, it's amusing have this little dudes around here. They always have a way of making things more interesting! If any of you, dear readers, would like to take some of them off of our hooves...

-interesting!

-compelling!

-intriguing!

-desirable!

... What the-!? Oh no, how did you little buggers get in here!

Paradise Oaisis