Moondancer often prides herself on her academic prowess, yet certain aspects of her skillset have gone largely neglected.

Today, she put her hoof down to take on some of the fundamentals that she'd been missing, starting with a carton of a dozen eggs.

Just Moondancer being Moondancer. A strange idea that randomly popped into my head, enjoy the whimsical nature of her failures, successes, and realizations.

P.S: I'll actually write a serious story soon.

Warning: I am an amateur writer.

This is the last story written before femboywithaflower's very thoughtful review on my first story. There will be differences to the way that I write from now on, whether it be minor or not. The next few stories that I publish after this will be weird hybrid-children as I try to incorporate the writing advice. (Thank you thank you thank you!)