Who’s the town’s lady’s man? Gets around like nobody can. Has to be none other than, Feather Bangs, Feather Bangs, Feather Bangs! Thus, as time went by, it may be seen that the pedagogue got along tolerably enough. Moreover, Feather Bangs found diver’s ways to increase his slender income and at the same time awaken the cultural interests of the sleepy little village.

She was a blooming lass, plump as a partridge. Ripe, melting, and rosy-cheeked. Once you have met that little coquette, Sugar Belle, you won’t forget Sugar Belle. But nobody yet has ever upset Sugar Belle. That beaut, the fair Sugar Belle. You can do more with Rarity or Fluttershy or Twi or Sweetie Belle, but Sugar Belle will kiss and run for a romance is fun with always another one to start. Yet when you’ve met that little coquette, Sugar Belle, you’ve lost your heart!

It’s true that Big Mac liked to joke as well as the next, but enough was too much. It’s time to carry the issue to open warfare! Why, he’d double that schoolmaster up and lay him on a shelf in his own schoolhouse. But this, it seemed, was easier said than done. No doubt of it, this was Feather Bangs’s lucky day. It was evident the schoolmaster was indeed a stallion of hidden talents. A rival to be reckoned with. Still, wars are neither won nor lost at the first encounter. The high-flying pedagogue might yet be brought to earth for Big Mac was never a stallion to cry quits.

In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal a merrymaking at Sugar Belle’s farm. To Feather Bangs, here was a perfect field for his endeavors. Now, indeed, would he put his best hoof forward for beyond all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his dancing. The unhappy Mac, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit that here, here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.

When the ghosts have a midnight jamboree, they break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts are bad, but the one that’s cursed is the Headless Horse, he’s the worst! That’s right, he’s a fright on Halloween night. When he goes a joggin’ across the land holding his noggin’ in his hand, demons take one look and groan and hit the road for parts unknown! Beware, take care, he rides alone!

It was the very witching hour of night that Feather Bangs pursued his travel homeward. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights. Driving clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone, and the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Feather Bangs’ anxiety increased 100 fold for now the forest seemed to close in behind him and every small detail of Mac’s awful story returned to haunt his recollection.

“Once you cross that bridge, my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends…”

It was shortly thereafter that Big Mac led the fair Sugar Belle to the alter.

Now rumors persisted that Feather Bangs was still alive; married to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But of course the good Equestrian settlers refused to believe such nonsense. For they knew the schoolmaster had been spirited away… by the Headless Horse…