Which was an outhouse.

Chapter 82

However, she decided that the classic approach to book destruction would be best.

Chapter 83

She threw the book into the air, her eyes glowing bright white.

Chapter 84

Magic filled the room and Spike was rudely awaken as Twilight hovered in the air.

Chapter 85

More and more power grew in the tree.

Chapter 86

It threatened to break the house, wrend it from its roots and destroy the poor house.

Chapter 87

Finally, the spell was cast.

Chapter 88

The book lit on fire, burned up in five seconds, and then the ashes quickly disappeared.

Chapter 89

She had done it.

Chapter 90

She had destroyed the book.

Chapter 91

The book was the bane of her existence, and she had destroyed it.

Chapter 92

Burned it to ashes.

Chapter 93

Murdered literature.

Chapter 94

She smiled at having murdered the terrible book.

Chapter 95

It was horrible.

Chapter 96

No good.

Chapter 97

Very bad, even.

Chapter 98

She almost wished she hadn’t burned the book so that she could repeatedly punch it over and over for being so miserable to her.

Chapter 99

But no, the book had to be murdered so that nopony would have to suffer what she went through.

Chapter 100

Twilight let out a content sigh, and curled up in her bed.

Chapter 101

She was asleep very quickly, a content smile on her face.

Chapter 102

Her dreams were filled by the only dreams that a mare in her predicament could have.

Chapter 103

The only type of dream that anyone in this predicament could have.

Chapter 104

She dreamed a dream, of that there was no doubt.

Chapter 105

However, the dream of millions of facts and books, being punched, doused, and then burned as high as the sky (or her when she has the extra bits) was beautiful.

Chapter 106

However, then the problem came.

Chapter 107

Facts pushed the glory out.

Chapter 108

Boring mundane facts.

Chapter 109

About what?

Chapter 110

Only the most horrible, frightening, boring thing ever.

Chapter 111

So there she sat in her dream, thinking only about how paint may have dried for nine hours.

Chapter 112

Twilight woke up screaming.

Chapter 113

She couldn’t take it, she had to know.

Chapter 114

It would haunt her until she died.

Chapter 115

The bookstore manager was glad to see her, but not so glad as every book was ripped from its shelving.

Chapter 116

Finally, she had it back in her possession, and she was going to READ IT!

Chapter 117

And there she sat, for hours, reading about how paint dried.