50 Shout Outs in Under 7 Minutes

LIFE OF STYLO
-- Act I --

A good walk’s way to the east, up in the windswept hills above the outskirts of Ponyville, a pegasus named Stylo stares intently at a sheet of paper. His mind is turning and his eyes are calmly closed.

“Mmm…hmm. That sounds right,” he softly mumbled to himself.

He opened his eyes and scanned the paper before him, reading the lines over once more.

The imaginary smiles
And the make-believe trees
Carry desperate dreams
On a humbling breeze

For behind those eyes
True feelings are found
But denial is safe

Quill in mouth, he pens one final line below the others.

While honesty...

The train was moving fast through the night. Hawkeye had never driven a train in the dark before.

Coffee Creme: You seem to be having lots of new experiences.
Hawkeye: I guess. It's a little hard to see the signals.
Coffee Creme: We'll be fine. We're out of Cheyenne now.
Hawkeye: On our way to St. Foalis.

A passenger train pulled by a steam engine passed

Hawkeye: Wish I could operate that train instead of this freight.
Coffee Creme: Why? Because it's going to Cheyenne?
Hawkeye: Not just that, but there's a steam engine pulling it. One of these days, we'll never get to drive them.
Coffee Creme:...