Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Two days later, Principal Cinch-  after begin met with The sight of of a mostly empty school- decided to to call for a reunion of the regressed students' parents, to discuss about a plan on the current situation.

"As you could have guessed," Principal Cinch said as she slowly and drammatically sat down on the red padded chair at the reunion table's end. "Your sons and daughters have been involved into incident that resulted in them turning into tots and young children. In spite of that, their mental faculties and knowledges are well intact, and, as such, I have decided to let them keep complete their academic curriculum like normal."

Lemon Zest's father, called Pomegranade Seed, a thin blood red man with golden tufts of hair, got up.

"That is not acceptable." He said, while waving his left index finger. "They may be mentally the same, but, I think everyone in this room but you can attest that, their bodies are not, which has the un pleasantresult of making them unable to control their wastes, and the ones that can are either infants too small to handle a pen properly, or not really regressed to begin with. I think you can easily see the logistical problems of executing such a plan, Madam Cinch."

Principal Cinch formed a tent with her finger and gazed onto Pomegranade Seed, while others looked at either. "I have the manpower for a task like that, and The money can easily come from The fees you already pay me, only enlarged."

"Do you really think you can do that, even with state-imposed maximum fees?" he said. "Well, by all means do that. But you should know that I will not force this upon my daughters, nor many others will do The same to their children."

"I take that you love having your daughters in your house all day, Pomegranade."  Sleet, Indigo Zap's mother, a cream yellow woman with aqa green long curly hair, said dryly. "I will send her in. She has to learn many things still, and tweleve years in this fine institute shall be enough."

Pomegranade sighed as he turned his head towards Sleet. "I do not see why I should be bothered to see my daughter around my house. In fact, I would like to see her there more, and this is a good opportunity to do that. Also, more than a decade studying in this school? Did you drink your brain away? It would be wasted effort and money from our part and cause only misery to our offspring."

"We're born to suffer."

"That doesn't mean one should inflict it on purpose to themselves or others."

"Your lack of backbone explains a lot about your daughter's behaviours and sexual conduct." Sleet scoffed, as she casually watched her fingernails. Pomegranade immediately gritted his teeth and pointed at Sleet.

"Ah, yeah? Well, guess what, I don't make my daughter eat dog food when she comes back home with a bad mark," There was a gasp from most listeners, as Sleet recoiled.  "And I do not think that we should send our children to school after a major accident , I mean, are friggin' mad!?"

Sleet bellowed and leaped on the table, before begin held by the ankles by two other parents.

Principal Cinch sighed and facepalmed.

"Mister Pomegranade Seed and Madame Sleet, your maturity is on par with your offspring's," she said out loud, as a still-barking Sleet was forced to sit down by Sour Sweet's father and Sugarcoat's mother. Meanwhile, Pomegranade sighed and wiped his forehead. "It is clear that we need to reach a middle ground on the matter. Any suggestions?"

A hunchbacked sharply-dressed confetti pink man with ratty jaundice hair got up.

"Speak up, Mister Sun Salute." Cinch said with a rotation of her left hand and a small bow gestire.

"Hear me, hear me," Sun Salute said with his croaking voice. "Since our offspring is babies again, they go halfings to Daycare, halfings to normal school."

Everyone else in the room stared at him, baffled and confused both by The language used and The proposal itself.

"What? Of workings last time."

Principal Cinch massaged her nose's bridge with his eyes closed.

"Next!" she shouted.

Sugar Coat's father Bitter Pill, a tobacco brown man with dark purple hair, got up. "Let a week pass from now, then start school again. Let them complete the normal academical cycle from where they we're, then they can choose if they want to keep going until they are eighteen again, or try their luck in enrolling into a proper university. Either these two, or take a sabbatical decade."

Several hums of approval came from The test of The room. Principal Cinch nodded silently.

"That is actually doable. Any opposers?"

There was only a grumble by Pomegranade. Principal Cinch let out a chuckle.

"And so be it!" She said. "I shall order a new batch of uniforms for all of them, plus some incontinente gear, as soon as my hand will land on a phone!"