Flitter and Cloudchaser Read a Whole Box of Stories

Cloudchaser awoke with a start in the night. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. Cloud looked outside the window. It was still dark out. Cloud flung her comforter over itself and stepped into her slippers and pulled on her bathrobe, tying a hard knot. She padded into her bathroom and filled a glass with cold, refreshing water. She gulped the water down and put the cup down where she had left it before, and padded back to bed. She gave her wings a couple of much needed stretches and climbed bank into her warm, cozy bed. But Cloud couldn't sleep. She turned this way, and then that way. She sighed. It was gonna be a lonnng night.

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"Morning Cloud! Today you can read the story." Flitter greeted. Cloud gave a sleepy nod. She flew to the dining room and got the box.

"Ahem. Today's story is called: The Great Dough Disaster As you put it, odd."

The Great Dough Disaster

Last summer, my friend Thunderlane got a job at Sugarcube Corner. For the first few weeks, he scrubbed the floors, dusted on the shelves, and unloaded 40-pound sacks of flour from the delivery trucks.

Finally, Pinkie Pie told Thunderlane that she would teach him to make bread. “Now, pay attention, Thunderlane,” she said. “I'll make the first batch of dough. Then you can make the next batch while I go to Sweet Apple Acres.”

Poor Thunderlane! He had a habit of letting his mind wander. When Pinkie Pie left for Sweet Apple Acres, he started to mix the ingredients. “Let me see,” he said. “I think she put in 20 packages of yeast.”

A short while later, the dough started rising. It kept on rising. Thunderlane tried to cover it with a lid, but the dough wouldn't stop rising. It was everywhere! “What can I do?” thought Thunderlane.

Just then, Pinkie Pie returned from Sweet Apple Acres. "Thunderlane!" she screamed. “What have you done?”

“It's not my fault!” cried Thunderlane. “The dough just started rising and wouldn't stop!”

Pinkie Pie had to let him go. Now Thunderlane has a job making rainbows. I don't think he'll ever eat bread again, let alone make it.

"Why do all these stories have Thunderlane in them?" Cloud wondered, suddenly wide awake.

"I have no idea. . . ." Flitter said, wide eyed.