"Howdy y'all. Uh, don't mind this, it's just a flesh wound" says Applejack, pointing at her head. "Looks worse than it is." You stare at what is very obviously her brain, which seems to gently wobble as her head moves around. You glance at Scootaloo, who had quickly managed to stow her little "trophy" away-you're not sure where she's keeping it, but you hope for her sake it stays hidden. Your sister would consider it most unlady-like.