Twilight blinked. “You what? How?!”

Trixie slowly unwrapped the blanket from the object – an object in a very familiar size and shape to Twilight, even if the blue and white coloring was unfamiliar.

“We had an egg. We don't know how it got there, but we had it.”

Author's Note

"That's not how it works! Ponies don't get their offspring through eggs!"

"Hey Twilight, where should I put the new books for the library?"

"Just put the boxes in the reference section for now, Spike, I'll sort through them later! You can go out and play with your friends after that, just be back in time for dinner! Anyway, Trixie, as I was saying... what? Why are you looking at me like that?"