Sometime the next morning, Windy and Stormy came to Dash's house. Dash's mom wanted to surprise her daughter with breakfast, and when Stormy Flare heard that Spitfire was there too, she came along as well.

When they got there, Windy found the door to be locked. "Huh, it's locked." She did knock, but no sounds came from within the house.

"Maybe they're not up yet."

Windy looked at her watch. "Yeah, well it is only a little bit past 8, so maybe they are still asleep." She reached into her pocket for a key. "In that case then, I think that we can let ourselves in."

Windy unlocked the door, and they went inside. When they did, to their shock, sitting on the floor facing them was a large wolf!

"Whoa! I didn't know that Rainbow Dash had a dog!"

Windy looked closer at her. "No, this isn't Dash's dog. I know her. She belongs to Captain Leopard!"

"Well, what's she doing here?"

"I don't know!" Windy turned to Aurora. "What are you doing here girl?"

Aurora decided not to let them know that she could talk. Instead, she just looked at them as if to say, "I dunno."

It was then that Windy noticed something behind Aurora. "What in the world.....?!" She went over to Dash's living room, and to her shock and horror, the whole room was a mess!

There were empty bottles of alcohol on the floor, the couch cushions were all messed up, and there was an empty bowl of popcorn, as well as wrappers lying about as well. But worse than this though was what else was in the room. Littered all around were articles of clothing! Both moms were able to identify what belonged to their respective daughters.

They looked at each other. "Did they just......????"

"I don't know!"

They also found clothes that quite clearly belonged to a male, and if the logo on the shirt was correct, he was most likely a Battleship Express crew member.

Both of them looked at each other. "Do you think that......?????"

Windy narrowed her eyes. "If so, Captain Leopard is a DEAD STALLION!!!!"

Both moms then went up to the second floor. When they arrived up there, they found Dash's bedroom door open slightly. Sounds of gentle snoring came from within.

They both then steeled themselves up, and Windy pushed the door open a little bit wider. They both then peered inside, and what they saw made them slam their hands over their mouths.

Dash was indeed in her bed, but so was Spitfire, and me! I was lying in the middle, holding Dash close to me. Dash was holding me as well, and Spitfire was holding me from behind. All 3 of us were sound asleep, and seemingly very comfortable.

Windy then opened the door a little bit wider, and while crawling so as not to be noticed, she crept up to the bed. She then lifted the covers ever so gently, and peered underneath. Moments later, Windy set the covers back down, and crawled back out of the room again.

"What....did you see?"

Windy sighed. "Both of our daughters were as bare as the day that we pushed them out, and so was Captain Leopard. All 3 of them seem to be sleeping comfortably, and possibly even dreaming!"

Stormy put a hand over her face. "So, what do we do now?"

Windy sighed. She thought about how to teach all of us a lesson for what we'd done. Eventually she came up with an idea, which she relayed to Stormy.

"Heh, yeah! Let's do it!"

They both then got to work.

Sometime later, I finally began to stir. My movements also woke Dash and Spitfire from their slumber.

"Mmm, Hey Stud."

"Hey Dashie."

I felt something nuzzle my neck gently. "Oh, and good morning to you too Spits."

"Morning Stud."

"Did you guys both sleep good last night?"

Dash nodded. "Yeah, I slept like a foal!"

"Me too" Spitfire agreed, "What about you Stud?"

"The same. What time even is it anyway?"

Dash looked over at her clock. "Eh, it's almost 8:30."

I sighed. "Well, I have to be back at the train by 10 so that we can continue the museum's construction."

"Uh oh."

"What is it Dash?"

"Um, I just remembered. When we made out like minks last night, we left all of our clothes in the living room!"

I facepalmed. "Ugh! Yeah, I forgot about that! Well, we'd better go get them."

All 3 of us then got up, and after those who needed to used the toilet, we all went downstairs. When we arrived in the living room, we were in for a shock though.

"What the....? What happened in here?!"

On the coffee table were several empty bottles of alcohol, but yet our clothes were nowhere to be seen!

"Huh? Where are they?!"

I looked worried. "I don't know! I could have SWORN that we took them off in here!"

"Also, I don't think that we left these bottles like this either!"

We all looked at each other. Were we really so drunk the previous night that we forgot how we left stuff?

Dash then stiffened a bit. "Hey, do you guys smell that?"

"Huh? Smell what?"

"Coffee! I smell coffee!"

I sniffed the air. "Yeah, I smell it too!"

"Same here!"

"Where's that coming from?"

Dash turned towards her kitchen. "It's coming from the kitchen! And none of us even MADE coffee last night!"

We all then ran into the kitchen next door, and when we did, we REALLY wished that we didn't!

The first thing that we saw was Aurora. She came running up to me.

"Oh, hey Aurora! Were YOU the one who took our clothes girl?"

She shook her head. "No, it wasn't me Master!"

"Well then who did?"

"We did Captain, and did you guys have a lot of 'fun' last night?"

All 3 of us froze dead in our tracks when we heard those voices. We all knew who they belonged to. Slowly, I looked up, and to my absolute shock and horror, there, sitting at Dash's kitchen table drinking coffee, were Windy and Stormy! They were both looking at us, and they did NOT look happy!

"Uh......oh......!!!!"

"Damn right about that!"

We all then covered ourselves with our wings.

"Mom, why did you take our clothes?!" Dash was really starting to freak out.

"Because", Her mom answered. "I come here to bring you breakfast, and what do I find? Evidence of a drunken orgy! Then we find all 3 of you in Dash's bed, NAKED, and all cuddled up together!"

Dash and I both looked at each other.

"Um, well..." Spitfire began.

"Can it!" Stormy interrupted, "I don't want to hear your excuses!"

"Would it make you feel any better if I said that Dash and I were both on the pill?"

Both of their moms glared daggers at them. Then Stormy looked at me.

"Captain Leopard?"

"Yes Mrs. Flare?"

"Get over here, NOW!!!! I WILL NOT ask again!"

I complied, and when I did, I was in for a world of pain.

An hour or so later, I was back at the train. The others stared in shock when they saw me. "Oh Gosh! Leopard, what in the heck happened to you?!"

I was not a pretty sight. I had a black eye, as well as claw marks on my face, my mane was all messed up, and I had two very distinct handprints on my face as well.

"I don't.......want to talk about it!"

"Who....did this to you?"

"I said, I DON'T. Want. To. TALK ABOUT IT!!!!" I then went into the train.

The others all looked at each other. "What.......happened to him Don?"

Don shook his head. "It's not my place to talk about it. Let's just say that he ran afoul of certain parents!"

"Ooh, ouch!"

"Yeah, it's not good."

They all then got back to work.

Over the course of the next 2 weeks or so, I barely saw Dash at all. Her mom kicked me out of her house, and I was back to living on the train. I did have Aurora with me, but it seemed that my relationship with Dash was at its end. I saw her with her mom a lot, and from what I could tell, Dash looked miserable. I also never saw Spitfire, although I didn't really have the courage to show my face around the academy, just in case there would be a "welcoming committee" waiting for me if I did!

Largely though, our time was spent building the museum. On Monday, we all got back to work. Once the preliminary work was all done, it was then time to begin to dig the foundation. Our excavators got to work on that, while the rest of us were busy removing the dirt, rocks, and other debris. It was somewhat slow going, but 3 days later, we were ready to start putting up the barriers, and pouring the concrete. Unfortunately though, just as everything seemed to be looking up for us, it all came crashing down.

"Mail's here!" A mail pony was standing by the entrance to the construction site.

Jim went over to see what we got. These days, we were getting a lot of fan mail. Sure enough, Jim had a bag full of mail when he returned, however he didn't look too happy about it.

"What's wrong Jim?" Don asked.

"Well, in addition to the usual fan mail, I was given this." He handed Don a black envelope addressed to him. It looked like an official document.

Don took it, and opened it. When he read the letter that was inside, he sighed sadly.

"Is that..........what I think it is?"

Don nodded. "Yeah. We'd better tell the rest of the guys." He then told the rest of us who were on hand to come over.

When we did, he sighed. "I've called you all here today, because I just received this in the mail." He held up the letter.

"What is it Don?"

"It's a Court Summons. We're being taken to court over a land-rights violation. Apparently, we stole this land illegally, are housing unauthorized vehicles on it, and are being taken to court over it."

We all knew perfectly well what that meant.

"So, Spoiled Rich actually went through with her threat. However, why is it leveled against us? The Town of Ponyville owns the land; we're just the guys building on it."

Jim sighed. "Well, unless she's suing the town as well, which given this, might not be as far-fetched as we previously thought."

"Hopefully, this will be thrown out of court almost immediately. We've done nothing illegal, and the Town of Ponyville owns this land, so if they want to build a museum here, then they're entirely within their rights to do so."

"When's the court date Don?" Jim asked.

"Tomorrow. 10am. I'll be going, as will Leopard, Joe, and Brogan, the construction foreman. It's only a hearing in a civil court, so this should be over fairly quickly."

We all sighed, before getting back to work, and dreading what the next day was going to bring.

Sure enough, the next morning at 10am, Don, myself, Joe Dixon, and Brogan were all standing at our places in the Ponyville Court House. On the other side stood Spoiled Rich, as well as a mare that we guessed was her lawyer. Also with us were legal representatives representing the Town of Ponyville.

Spoiled looked at us smugly. Quite clearly she was expecting the court to side with her, and not only kick the construction crews off of the land, but also take it from the town, and take our trains away from us as well.

Eventually, the court was called to session, and the judge for the case was Iron Hoof.

"All rise! The Honorable Judge Iron Hoof presiding over this case; Spoiled Rich vs Ponyville."

The judge nodded. "You all may be seated. Prosecution, you may now present your case."

"Thank you Your Honor." Spoiled's lawyer then addressed the court. "Mares and Gentlecolts of this court, I come before you today to represent my client, Spoiled Rich. These stallions here!" She pointed to those representing Ponyville, "Have ILLEGALLY stolen land from my client, and then hired these buffoons!" She pointed to us, "To build an UNAUTHORIZED museum on it! They REFUSED to leave when asked to, and told my client, and I quote, to 'Piss off!'".

There were murmurings among those in the court.

"My client wants them EVICTED from the land, as well as to pay a fine of 3 million bits, and have their DISGUSTING trains taken away from them as well! Those trains are being stored ILLEGALLY on the land, and MUST be removed!"

After calling for silence, the judge turned to the defense. "Defense, you may now state your case."

"Yes Your Honor." The lead defendant then turned to the court. "Mares and Gentlecolts of the court, I represent the town of Ponyville. I come before you today to prove that not only does Mrs. Rich NOT own that land, but that she is also guilty of wasting the court's time!"

More whispering. The judge again called for silence. "Defense, you may now present your evidence."

"OBJECTION!!!! Why do they get to present first?"

"Sustained! As per policy of this court, the defense ALWAYS presents evidence first! You may continue Defense."

"Thank you Your Honor." He then pulled out a series of documents. "I now present to the court the legal land transfer papers between the Equestrian Railroad, and the Town of Ponyville." He handed them up to the judge.

"As stated in these documents, which were notarized by the Equestrian Department of Land Rights and Ownership, if and when the Old Railyard would ever close, then the Township of Ponyville would pay the predetermined amount to the Equestrian Railroad, and then take possession of the land. These documents here are from the Equestrian Railroad, authorizing the sale of the land to the Township of Ponyville." He handed these to the judge as well.

"The land in question was NEVER for sale to begin with. It belonged to the Equestrian Railroad, and when they no longer had need of it, they offered the land to the Township of Ponyville. The Township of Ponyville accepted the offer, and once the Old Railyard closed, the Township of Ponyville paid the predetermined amount to the Railroad, before taking LEGAL possession of the land."

The judge looked over the documents. Sure enough, they were indeed notarized by the Equestrian Department of Land Rights and Ownership, and signed by both representatives of the Equestrian Railroad, and by all members of the Ponyville Town Council. The documents were indeed genuine, and once they had been secured as evidence by the court, the judge then turned to the prosecution.

"Prosecution, you may now present your evidence to the court."

This was where Spoiled Rich's case really fell apart. The prosecution was unable to provide any evidence of wrongdoing against the Township of Ponyville.

After a brief recess, the court returned to session.

"And now, for the verdict. This court finds the defendants not guilty on charges of unlawful land possession, as well as not guilty on charges of unlawful possession of railway equipment. This court shall also fine the prosecution for wasting this court's time with foolishness! Case dismissed!"

Since we all knew that the case being thrown out was practically a foregone conclusion already, none of us were really celebrating, although we did shake hands with the lawyers who represented the Township of Ponyville.

Spoiled Rich stormed out of the courtroom with her lawyer right behind her. "This STILL isn't over! I WILL get all of you for stealing my land away from me! You will all PAY!!!"

We all then sighed, and after taking a brief moment to face the press to discuss the proceedings, we all went back to our daily lives. Nothing had really changed, and there was still work to be done.

Later that day, I was at my desk in my room on the train doing some paperwork, when there suddenly came a knock on the door.

"Huh? I wonder who that could be. Come in!"

The door opened, and to my absolute shock, there stood Dash! Her already magenta eyes were all red from crying, and as soon as she saw me, she immediately ran over and jumped into my arms.

"Oh Stud!" she cried softly.

"D-Dash! What are you doing here?! I thought that you were forbidden from seeing me!"

Dash looked up at me. "I couldn't stay away from you anymore Stud! You ARE the one for me! You saved my life, as well as pledging your love for me, so how can I just leave you now? Plus, what's my mom honestly going to do to me Stud? I'm a grown mare! I have a job, as well as my own house. If my parents disinherit me, then I am willing to say 'screw it'! I NEED you Stud!"

"Just as I need you too Dash."

We then talked for a little while longer about various things, from the museum construction, to the constant controversy with Spoiled Rich.

"She just won't leave us alone Dash. She's constantly leading protests outside of the construction site, she keeps ripping down posters for the museum, as well as having her minions cause as much trouble that they can."

"Are you for real?! Why hasn't she been arrested yet?!"

I sighed. "Because although WE know that she did it, and SHE knows that she did it, we really don't have enough evidence to bring it to trial. But honestly though, she can protest this museum until she drops dead for all I care. It's happening, and there's really not a damn thing that she can to about it."

Dash sighed. "Here's a thought though, why doesn't she just buy some other land that actually IS for sale for her private spa?"

I shrugged. "Honestly, that's the million dollar question of the day right there Dash. Sadly though, we don't know the answer to it. Filthy Rich is doing everything in his power to try and get Spoiled to back off, but she just won't do it. At least, not yet."

"Eh, well, it's like you said, the museum and memorial will be built, and there's nothing that she can do about it!"

I hugged her again. "It's good to have you back Dash, I was really starting to miss you!"

"Not as much as I missed you Stud!"

We then hugged for a little bit longer, before finally getting back to work.

4 months after this, the framework of the museum was all complete, as was the concrete flooring, and some of the exterior sidewalks as well. Next, the focus was on the walls, as well as the roof. These were being completed in record time, and before long, we didn't have to clean up the interior every time it rained!

Eventually, we were able to move the Battleship Express and Iron Glory underneath the roof of their wing of the museum, where they were better protected from the weather, at least from above. Everything was going smoothly, until late one night, tragedy struck.

For the entire 4, almost 5 months that the museum had been under construction, Spoiled Rich was getting more and more mentally unstable. She still wanted everypony off of the land, and was willing to go to almost any length to do that. Many of us were sent death threats, garbage was thrown over the construction fences at us, signs would be tampered with, and one night, some vandals even tried to break the windows on the Battleship Express! Fortunately, the windows were made of bullet-proof glass, and the rocks thrown at them just bounced off harmlessly for the most part. Although all of the vandals were caught, some of them had somewhat serious injuries, as the rocks that they threw at the train's windows occasionally bounced back and hit them!

However, after that, the incidents all stopped. We kept expecting something to happen, but nothing did. Filthy told us that his wife had finally agreed to leave us alone, and just buy land elsewhere. We all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the nightmare was over, but unfortunately, it was merely the calm before the storm.

Late one night, while the museum's construction was almost 60% complete, it all came crashing down. I was sleeping with Dash in her bed, when all of a sudden, Aurora started jumping on me!

"Master, Master! Wake up! We've got trouble!"

I was awake in an instant. "What is it Aurora? what's wrong?"

"I've just picked up radio signals from Ponyville; the museum's on fire!"

"WHAT?!?! ON FIRE?!?!"

"YES!!! Major Don said that they need everypony there to help!"

That was all it took. In less than 30 seconds, I was out of bed, had pants and a shirt on, had grabbed Aurora, and was out the door. Dash was right behind me, and we raced to Ponyville just as fast as we could.

When we arrived there, sure enough, the mostly-complete museum was indeed on fire! All over, both the train's damage control crew, as well as the local Ponyville Fire Brigade used hoses and even buckets to get water to the fire. I grabbed a bucket, and helped as best I could.

Before too long, the fire was under control, and in less than 30 minutes, it was completely out. We wouldn't be able to get a full scope of the damage until the morning, but from what I could see, most of the museum's frame was still standing, as was most of the wall paneling. We didn't think that there was really too much inside that was combustible, as most of it was steel beams, concrete and tools, however, we were mistaken. Also found inside was a large amount of fuel, as well as wooden planks, and other fire-starting material. With cold logic, it was determined that the fire was arson. However, the culprit had already been caught. Spoiled Rich had started the fire, and stuck around to see her work completed. All while we were racing about to put out the fire, she kept cheering for the flames.

"Come on, burn baby, burn!" She was also laughing crazily. It was pretty clear that something in her head had finally snapped. By the time that the fire was out, she was in handcuffs, and was being led away by the local constables to the Ponyville hospital, so that she could be mentally evaluated. She would be found mentally unfit to stand trial, and was placed in St. Marley's Asylum, where she could finally begin to get the treatment that she needed.

By the next morning, the full extent of the fire damage was realized. The only thing that was still solid was the museum's frame. Most of the roofing, as well as a lot of the siding and interior walls were going to have to be replaced.

Brogan, the foreman, was extremely worried. "This is not good. Friends of the Soldiers, the non-profit organization that's funding this museum, do not have the kind of money to facilitate the repairs, AND finish the museum!"

Don put his hands over his face. "So, what are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to accept me as the museum's first private donor, and let ME pay for the damage that my wife caused!"

We all turned, and to our shock, there stood Filthy Rich! He looked tired and worn out, but yet very determined.

Brogan looked at him. "But why? Why would you want to help us?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. My wife caused trouble, so now I'm going to help clean it up. Plus," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "I'd MUCH rather have a nice, interesting, public museum, than a boring, wasteful private spa any day of the week!"

We all looked at each other, and then back at Filthy. He looked determined, and there wasn't any hint of joking to be seen on his face.

Finally, Brogan spoke up. "Well, we will have to run this by our sponsors who are funding this project, but if they say yes, then you certainly can help pay for the museum!"

Brogan then went to set up a meeting with the sponsors from Friends of the Soldiers.

Sure enough, there were no real objections, and with better financial backing, and nopony causing us any heartaches, the repairs to the damaged sections of the museum were undertaken. Once these were completed about a month later, we were all back where we started, and could get to work on picking up where we left off.

We were nearly 2 months behind schedule now, and we were determined to catch back up again. While still following all rules, and regulations, as well as regularly submitting to building inspections, all of us on the construction site worked long days, and even at night sometimes. The museum was really taking shape, and soon work on the interior would begin as well.

A lot of the time, Ponies would still come by to watch us. Some would cheer, and others would even donate money to help fund the construction. Also, at the request of a number of families who had lost loved ones, the plans were expanded to also include a Memorial Garden that was to contain statues of soldiers, as well as a Memorial Wall, with all of the names of those who had died, or were still MIA, both Human, and Pony, on it. These were all slated to be finished a little while after the museum itself, as they were late additions to the blueprints.

The months passed on, and eventually, all exterior work on the museum was complete. The Battleship Express was now fully contained inside of its special wing, and could now be preserved properly. Now work was directed at the lighting, wiring, plumbing, carpeting, drywall, sewage, painting, and other aspects of the interior. The museum had two floors, the ground floor covered the war after the Humans showed up, and the upstairs was before.

Also around this time, numerous artifacts were being secured for the collections, as well as mannequins and display cases to hold them. These included documents, uniforms, weapons, every day items, letters home, and other items from both the battlefield, and the homefront. There would also be a few hands-on displays, full-sized mock-ups of battle scenes, complete with mannequins, and even a few movie presentations as well. Of course, the highlight of the museum would be the Battleship Express and Iron Glory, which were being displayed in their own separate wing of the museum. There were even plans for excursion runs with the Big Boy, although these were still in the planning stages.

All weapons on the train had been disabled, at least for the time being, and all ammunition was removed. The tender's water tank had been drained, and all of its coal was removed as well. Some areas were roped off, and others had extra lighting added to them. Stairs were added so that Ponies could see into the Big Boy's cab, but due to the train still being active, and how unnecessary touching could damage the controls, the rear doors to the cab were closed, although the windows were left open to provide easy viewing. The rest of the train was protected by a metal fence made from recycled railroad rails, and there were signs saying not to touch the train. Other signs gave the history of the Battleship Express, pointed out its various features, as well as specifics.

The trains's crews, when not on duty with the Foreign Legion or working their other jobs, would serve as tour guides, answering all questions about the train. And for those who were willing to pay extra, tours of the train's interior would be given as well. Points of interest included the crew quarters, (My room was ESPECIALLY popular!) the PCC, SCC, and TCC, the control rooms for the railguns, the 16in. turrets, ammunition cars, the car for the storage of the nuclear shells, the work caboose at the back that had missile launchers, as well as other points that offered insight to what life on a war train was like.

Finally, the museum was all ready. On May 9th, 2030, nearly a full year ahead of schedule, the grand opening ceremony was held. All of us from the train crew, as well as Battalion 4009 were there, as were the Princesses, our wives, kids, (if applicable!) and any others who wanted to attend as well.

Before the cutting of the ribbon though, Don stood up to give a speech. "Mares and Gentlecolts, colts and fillies, Princesses, friends, comrades, family members, Ponies of all ages, it is my ABSOLUTE honor to come before you today to announce the grand opening of the National Imperial War Museum, right here in Ponyville!"

The crowds all began to cheer.

"Also, I would like to thank all of the hard-working Ponies, and Humans who turned this museum project into a reality. If it were not for their hard work, dedication, and commitment to meeting deadlines, this museum would NOT have been completed nearly 9 months ahead of schedule! I would also like to extend my greatest thanks to those from the Friends of the Soldiers Foundation, as well as the private donors who's contributions made all of this possible as well! Now then, now that we've gotten the formalities out of the way, let's move on to the good stuff, shall we?"

Don then walked over to the big red ribbon in front of the museum. He was joined by Jim, Joe, myself, and a few other officers on the train, as well as the Princesses. Cameras were both rolling and flashing, as the mayor of Ponyville, Mayor Mare, brought out the big Ceremonial Scissors.

"For many years here in Ponyville, these scissors have been used at the grand opening of all businesses, and now I pass them to you so that you can open the National Imperial War Museum!" She then handed the scissors to Don.

Don then looked at the rest of us. "So, how do we do this?"

I looked at him. "Well, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you Don. You were our leader through thick and thin. You should have the honors of cutting the ribbon."

He sighed. "Yeah, but it was a TEAM effort! ALL of us in Battalion 4009 made this happen. So if anything, we should ALL cut the ribbon!"

Well, none of us could argue with that logic, so with Don, Jim, Joe, myself, and a few others holding the scissors, we opened them.

"We now pronounce the National Imperial War Museum..........OPEN!!!!" We all then cut the ribbon.

Everyone and everypony present cheered, and once the lines had formed, the rest of us went inside of the museum, and waited to treat the first guests who came through the front doors to an unforgettable experience.

Overnight, the museum became a national sensation. Ponies and other creatures from all across Equestria flocked to see the new museum, as well as meet the Humans who had helped to win the war. The Battleship Express was the highlight of the museum, and according to the statistics, more Ponies came to see it than the actual museum!

Even once the museum's novelty began to wear off, many still came to visit, be they school groups, veterans, or even just average Ponies. At one time, even the body of General Tarrath was on display in the section dedicated to the war in the Zebra Empire, but upon receiving complaints that an actual corpse on display was "too morbid", it was removed, and I took it back for my personal collection.

The gift shops were always hopping, and they had everything from T-shirts, to hats, posters, models of the Battleship Express, collectible coins, key chains, golf balls, books, and even replica guns and helmets. It was a thriving business, but yet through it all, everypony always took the time to honor the courage and sacrifice of those who had fought, and for those who had made the ultimate sacrifice, and were no longer with them.

The Memorial Garden was also well loved, as was the Memorial Wall. In front of the wall was a large statue of an Equestrian soldier and a Human soldier running with weapons drawn, while behind them came more of each. In the center of the statue were 3 flagpoles. One pole had the Equestrian Flag, while another had the US Flag, and the third flag was one made to remember those who were still MIA. The whole statue was lit up so that it would still be visible at night. Around the perimeter of the garden were a number of plants, and a few fountains as well. Each flowering plant represented one soldier killed in the line of duty, while each fountain represented 5 civilian deaths. They may have been gone, but they were not forgotten

Yes, overall this museum was one of our crowning achievements, aside from raising our families of course. Huh? What's that? I haven't mentioned our families yet? Well then, I think that it's time that I remedied that wrong! Let me tell you the full story now.....

Ok, so that was Chapter 6. Yes, I know that it may have been boring, and might have not made the best of sense, but yet, this chapter was necessary, so that a number of things would make sense later on. I had to complete the museum's construction, as well as it's dedication, and grand opening. Now that I have, I can go back in time a bit, and shed some light on the personal lives of Don, Alex, Dan, Cole, Andy, Todd, and myself, our weddings, and the families that we raised with Twilight, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Missy, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash, (and Spitfire!) respectively.

Each chapter that lies ahead will be about one Human, and their marefriend, becoming husband and wife. Then, once that's complete, then it's time for the foals! And then, once that's over.......Well......nah! I won't spoil anything yet! You'll just have to keep reading if you want any more information!

As always, comments, feedback, questions, as well as spreading the word about this story, are always appreciated, and I'll see you all in Chapter 7!

ScarFox out for now!