Pony Fails

Fluttershy hummed cheerfully to herself as she merrily stirred a pot of porridge. Taking a taste, her muzzle wrinkled; she spooned up a bowl of porridge that wasn't nearly warm enough, then set it aside.

After a few more minutes, she tested the porridge again. With a warm smile, she spooned up a bowl of perfectly heated porridge.

Five minutes later, without bothering to test it, she spooned up a third bowl. Taking the pot off the stove, she carried the three bowls over to the table by the window and opened it, letting the steam from the porridge waft out into the breeze. Laying out napkins and spoons, she pulled a tiny shaker from her saddlebag and sprinkled a liberal helping of its contents into each bowl. She then crept quietly upstairs and hid, watching and waiting.

After several minutes, a young, pretty blond girl in a blue pinafore skipped into the cottage. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she wandered over to the table, inhaling deeply. With a happy sigh, she tasted first one bowl of the porridge, then the next, before settling in to eat all of the third.

As soon as she finished eating, her eyes fluttered closed, and she slumped forward onto the table, gently snoring.

Fluttershy flew downstairs with a serene smile on her face as she gathered the girl up and carried her upstairs, where three bears—Mama Bear, Papa Bear, and Baby Bear—lay slumbering in their beds.

Fluttershy deposited the sleeping girl on the bedroom rug. "Wake up, everybear! Lunch is ready!"