She's A Changeling

I would have never thought I would be friends with Pinkamena Diane Pie. That silly filly who ran away when I said "Hi." Her voice, That voice was ear piercing until I got used to it. And finally, No one could party quite like Pinkie. That strange little pony. All that, Is building up to something very fishy. Don't get me wrong, She was a great friend. But however, What was she hiding? Pinkie, What are you hiding? I was deep into thought, Just sitting there, At Pinkie's party. It was her "Pre-4th of July Party", She had said. Huh. How many times does Pinkie throw a party each week? "C'mon Twilly, Don't be such a party pooper!" Pinkie teased. "I'm sorry Pinkie, I just -" I said, But Pinkie interrupted me. "Okay, Okay! Now, Come bob for Candy apples!" She cheered, Grabbing my hoof and dragging me over to the big bucket full of Caramel Apples. Candy Apples? I've never heard of bobbing for Candy Apples. What was wrong with normal apples? I peered into the huge bucket. It was stained brown-yellow by all the caramel that made it look like it wasn't even water anymore. I couldn't even see through it. Oh, well, here goes. I closed my eyes, And dunked my head into the bucket. Biting blindly around. I bit something. I opened my eyes to see. That was a mistake. It burns!