Pony Fails

Adagio Dazzle's left eye twitched as three young girls presented her with a cheese grater, a block of cheese, and bright, sunny smiles.

"What...?"

"C'mon, help us out!" Apple Bloom said in her annoying hick accent. "You're good at gratin' cheese, right? Ain't that whut yer name means?"

Adagio's lip curled, and a sound escaped her that was somewhere between an angry snort and a hard "K".

"Yeah, you even kinda look like cheese!" Scootaloo said. "We've got a lot of cheese to grate, so—"

Adagio's fists clenched; her nails dug into her palm. She trembled violently. "Listen, you little brats," she growled. "I'm only going to say this once. You're thinking of Asiago. My name is Adagio."

"Well...yeah...we know," Apple Bloom said. "An' that's some kinda cheese, ain't it?"

Adagio desperately wanted a machine gun. "Asiago is the cheese. Adagio is a music term."

"And a cheese, right?"

"I AM NOT A CHEESE!!"

At that moment, Rainbow Dash and Applejack wandered past. Rainbow Dash waved a hand under her nose. "You sure smell like one!" The two girls snickered and went on their way.

Adagio hung her head and stalked away, warding off the three freshmen with a single raised middle finger. She felt a headache coming on...