Pony Fails

Rainbow Dash frowned at Fluttershy as the two pegasi and their four closest friends ate breakfast together. "Hey Fluttershy...I just realized something."

"Yes, Rainbow Dash?"

"Isn't it kind of...wrong for you to eat eggs?"

Fluttershy tilted her head. "Wrong? Oh goodness, no...why? What's so wrong about that?"

"Well, it's just..." Rainbow Dash looked at the two sunny-side-up eggs on Fluttershy's plate. "You're all about looking after animals and stuff, right?"

"Yes?"

"Well..." Rainbow pointed at the eggs. "Isn't eating eggs murdering baby chickens?"

Fluttershy laughed. "Oh my, no," she said.

"Actually...Rainbow's got a good point," Pinkie said.

"Well...no," Fluttershy said. "You see, hens lay lots and lots of eggs that will never be baby chicks."

"But how do you know those won't be?" Rainbow pressed.

"Well, because I oversee all the chickens in Ponyville," Fluttershy said. "That includes all chicken mating. You see, I...I know which eggs are safe to eat and which eggs have to be left alone because I have the only breeding pen for chickens here in Ponyville."

"Breeding pen?" Pinkie asked.

"Oh, yes. You see, you have to keep roosters and hens separated so that you'll be able to harvest the eggs hens lay without taking a fertilized egg by mistake," Fluttershy said. "So when it's time to breed the chickens, I put a rooster and a hen together in a breeding pen, wait for them to mate, then separate them again and help the hen make a nest. That hen is then kept separate from all the other chickens until her babies hatch."

Rainbow thought about this for a long moment. "So...you're a chicken pimp?"

Twilight choked on her orange juice.

"Well..." Fluttershy said thoughtfully. "Yes. Yes I am. I am a chicken pimp."

"Oh. Okay."

From that day forward, Fluttershy wore a pimp hat.