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// Baked and Burned 
// Story: Silly Stories of the Student Six 
// by Level Dasher 
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“Great job, everyone! Everything tasted super yummy! Have a good weekend! No homework for anyone!”

All the students cheered as Professor Pinkie Pie set off her party cannon to dismiss the class. When the confetti settled, they looked around and found that their professor had disappeared. They all shrugged and filed out the door.

Smolder suddenly let out a grunt. “Shoot, I thought I had it this time. I’m probably gonna hate this class.”

Silverstream stared at the dragon, dumbstruck. “How could you hate Professor Pinkie’s class? It’s like, the best class ever!”

“Yona like Professor Fluttershy best,” the young bovid jumped in.

“…Seriously? Fluttershy’s class is the only one where you could actually get in trouble if you do smash anything,” Gallus said.

“Not point,” Yona grunted. “Back to dragon. Why Smolder not like Pink Professor?”

Smolder shook her head. “Nah, it’s nothing on Professor Pinkie. I just suck at baking. That’s all there is to it.”

“What makes you say you’re so bad?” Ocellus asked. “Your muffins looked great from across the classroom.”

“Oh surrre, maybe they looked good.” Smolder waved a claw. “But it’s what’s inside that counts, and—”

“Friendship lesson right there,” Gallus cut her off with a smirk.

“—and,” she continued, scowling, “the inside of those muffins were terrible. Pretty sure I burned ‘em.”

Sandbar walked up beside her. “Oh c’mon, they couldn’t’ve been that bad. Professor Pinkie said everything was ‘super yummy.’”

“Guarantee you she said it so I wouldn’t feel bad. I saw her when she tasted them; she practically gagged.” Smolder kicked an imaginary pebble. 

Silverstream shook her head. “No way it was that bad. I saw you working on a cake last class and Professor Pinkie totally looked like she enjoyed it when she tasted it.”

“No, it just wasn’t as horrible,” she grunted.

Ocellus walked up to her other side. “Smolder, I’m sure if you—”

“Stop trying to make me feel better!” she snapped. “My cake sucked, my muffins sucked, I bet if I tried doing that cake again it would still suck… I bet there are plenty of ponies in this school that aren’t good in that class; I’m bad as well, so I’m not going to bake it anymore.”