Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Principal Cinch sighed, as she finished to rubber stamp the punishments she had administered to the students that two days ago flashed her in the Physics Lab.

"In total, that act of indecent insubordination amounted to one police call, three expulsions and just as many persona non grata orders to the janitors. Then we have four barrings from after school school activities, plus two increases of schoolwork load, just one simple increase of load and, lastly, two warnings." She muttered to herself, signing up each stamped slot, before writing up the punished ones’ names up in her personal pink small notebook, one that had been nicknamed "The Death Note" and "Minos' Delight," and it also was rumored to have been bound with human skin. Rumors that PRincipal Cinch had never ever tried to disprove.

As soon as she finished, Principal Cinch heard a clanking sound. She turned her head around towards the source and she saw it came from the window.

After letting out a small sigh, Principal Cinch got up and walked towards it

"I feel this is yet another attempt from my students to insult me," she muttered to herself, as she unlocked the window and opened it outwards. "But it could also be something more benign."

She protruded her head outside onto the yard below and she saw around thirty non-potty trained Preschoolers- labeled as such thanks to the brown and yellow trousers and skirts of the uniform instead of the usual blue-purple- chattering while standing in rows thanks to Lemon Zest’s orders. Much to her surprise, she saw that, aside from Lemon, there was another student: his true name was Mastermind Theologian, but, after a rather nasty accident during a Physical Education class that reduced his left foot to pulp -which he refused to get treated with proper medical assistance until the end of that day- and forced him to wear a prosthesis, he had been nicknamed Tamerlane.

"Tamerlane, what are you doing down there?!" Principal Cinch said, letting herself slip, before quickly correcting herself with a strong shake of her head. "I mean, Master Theologian, what are you doing there with Lemon Zest and the Preschoolers? Aren't you supposed to be in History Class with Ernique Monblanch?"

Tamerlane limped about, his usual life-like prosthesis for his lost foot replaced by a much cruder stylization made of steel that loudly clanked on the stone pavement of the yard.

"I didn't feel like begin a good boy in the past three weeks, so I ditched the guy," he said with a snicker, before turning around with a few hops. "As for why I'm here with Lemon Zest..."

Tamerlane clapped four times, causing Lemon Zest to nod and then put her hands around her mouth.

"Everone! Pants and skirts off!" She shouted and, soon, like a group of little soldiers, the little non-potty trained kids kids turned their backs towards Principal Cinch's window, with the young boys lowering their trousers and the girls pulling up their skirts, revealing their diapers, a letter painted in black on each padded rear.

The diapers spelled out "You are a sad and unpleasant woman, Madam Cinch!"

Principal Cinch glared and pointed at Lemon Zest.

"You! Yes, you there! Get up here!" She shouted, while Tamerlane brushed his prosthesis on the ground, causing several very loud clanks and a few sparkles that made the Preschoolers scatter and run away. "And you come with her too, Mr. Iron Foot!"