A pink hoof poked a lone potato sitting on the counter of Sugarcube Corner. The hoof’s owner jumped backwards when it fell off counter, arching her back and hissing like a cat; all her hairs standing on end.

Pinkie hated potatoes with a passion. They were starchy and filled you up too quickly to enjoy the rest of the meal. At the same time, they were fascinating. At least, when you knew what Applejack did with them.

Pinkie crawled forward, aiming to poke the potato again. Wondering all the while how she was going to turn it into a stamp.