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// Chapter 3: The Perfect Students: 
// Story: Cutie Fixation 
// by WondersparkOfHope 
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"Maybe we're just overthinking it," Scootaloo whispered to the others over a lecture Ms. Cheerilee was giving on Stockpony Disease seen in victims of past fillynappings in Equestria. 

"She could've just really loved our papers."

"The strange thing was that all he wanted was a filly of his own," Ms. Cheerilee said.

"Ah reckon it's a possibility, but ah'm not certain it's the answer," Applebloom whispered back trying to drown out the rest of the lesson along with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. 

"Forget the papers. Why do we have to learn about fillynappings and Stockpony Disease anyways?" Sweetie Belle whispered.

"What?" the others asked in confusion.

"Hear me out. It's history and history belongs in the past."

"And when the filly accepted her new life--"

"Besides, it's not like it's going to happen to any of us."

"--a cutie mark appeared on her flank--"

"So why should we even care about this?"

"--and it was completely identical to her kidnapper's.--"

"Because the education system is makin' us," Applebloom whispered.

"--Soon she began to think like her new parent,--"

"Can't we just drop out of school?" Scootaloo said.

"--talk like her new parent,--"

"That way we'll have more time to find our cutie marks."

"--act like her new parent,--"

"Uh-uh. Applejack would kill me if ah dropped out."

"--and soon she even looked like her new parent.--"

"She wants me ta be the first in the family to go to a private university."

"Applebloom! Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo!" 

Ms. Cheerilee's voice had suddenly changed from her normal teacher voice to a scolding, British nanny voice. Automatically the three fillies sat upright in attention. Their eyes became perfectly focused.

"No talking while I am teaching. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the three fillies said in perfect unison as they nodded their heads together. 

"Good girls," she said. 

Throughout the rest of the lesson, she kept looking back at the three. Their eyes were glued to the lesson and their ears were taking in every single word. They were even taking notes! 

That's a first, she thought.

Of course she knew exactly why they were acting that way. Ms. Cheerilee prided herself in her secondary talent; filly and colt taming. It may have not made her a good wife, but she could be an excellent nanny. She was always able to turn them into the most proper Jane fillies and Michael colts. It was only a matter of how stubborn they were. For even if it took her a while, even the most headstrong fillies and colts came 'round to her rule in good time.