Once upon a time in a small village called Tulsa, there was a roar of great multitude in the heavens, like the splash of rushing beers and loud pedals of thunder, shouting “SOUNDPONY!”. A pale horse bearing great wings accompanied by a face of a grand trumpet emerged from the heavens, so that the ground shook with sound, and with him flowed oceans of golden foamy beer and many years of great joy to the people. And thus it was so, the Soundpony was born.
