Why do I write these things?

WARNING: Don't eat Taco Bell while working with dark magic.

Twilight happily munched on her beans an' beans an' beans taco as she read through her book on "Advanced Dark Magic Practices". Specifically, she was on the section about animating nonliving objects.

Everything was (mostly) normal.

Until the next day.

RUN! Applejack shouted to her sister, who was already scrambling through the orchard. The mare followed closely behind, followed by a massive, hulking, comedically stink-lined and smiling pile of poo.

"SORRY!" Twilight yelled from her now-destroyed bathroom, "THAT WAS THE TACO BELL!"