![]() The race was now between Cranky and the mayor. Pinkie Pie stopped and let out a loud burp, then giggled. “Seven! Six! Five!” Applejack trotted over to the three finalists. “Ten! Nine! Eight!” the ponies shouted in unison. Minty, Lyra, and Scootaloo gave up and started cheering along with the crowd. It was now pretty much a race between Pinkie Pie, Mayor Mare, and Cranky Doodle Donkey. She kept saying things like “Oh my!” and “Delicious!” and “I couldn’t possibly!” The seconds ticked down on the timer. She took methodical, dainty bites and wiped her mouth after each one. But right now, she was attempting to hold her own against Cranky. She was an authority figure, so she liked to remain composed. She was usually one of the most proper ponies in town. She waved a homemade flag sewn with a picture of Lyra’s cutie mark-a golden lyre. “You can do it, Lyra!” shouted Sweetie Drops from the audience. But something about eatin’ these pies must’ve cranked his gears, because there he was, shoveling them into his gob with the best of them. He liked to spend his days inside his cottage on the outskirts of Ponyville, minding his own business. The clock had only twenty-five seconds left on it, but the most unlikely pony of all-well, technically he was a donkey-was in the lead to win the Seventh Annual Sweet Apple Acres Pie-Eatin’ Extravaganza! Cranky Doodle Donkey was not usually one for participating in events… or sports, or parties, or social engagements of any kind. But down at the end of the row, something interesting was happening. Minty and Lyra were in a similar state, only each halfway through a pie. She stopped mid-bite, held her tummy, and groaned. Next to her, little Scootaloo attempted in vain to munch on a second piece. A glob of sauce dripped onto her bib, which read PIE IS My NAME. A few stray apple slices coated in cinnamon and sugar glaze slid down her pink muzzle. Pinkie Pie squealed gleefully and shoved another piece into her mouth with ease. ![]() “Better hurry up an’ eat yer treats while the goin’ is still good!” At the sound of her voice, the contestants of the pie-eating contest all pushed harder to finish their pies. ![]() Stop Piracy ! Start murdering people instead ! it’s cheaper ! 1įor Dad, who taught me how to get my hooves dirty 2Ĭ 1HAPTER The Pie-Eatin’ Extravaganza “Thirty seconds left, y’all!” Applejack hollered into a yellow megaphone. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Begin Reading Table of Contents Copyright Page In accordance with the U.S.
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