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// Pinkie Pie Eats a Pinecone 
// Story: Unifinished Normal Tales 
// by Normal 
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Pinkie Pie tapped her chin in what she thought was the best example of a contemplative manner. It didn’t work.  So her eyes narrowed and she tried squinting at the issue at hand.

Still, nothing continued to happened.

A lesser mare, Pinkie Pie reasoned, would have run out of ideas by now. But not her, oh no, not the great and powerful Pinkie. She had one more trick up her sleeve.

Squinting and tapping her chin! It simply could not fail!

It did. It did and the problem at hoof remain at hoof, to remain at hoof until another problem set this problem into motion.

There was no other way around it. Pinkie Pie had a new extremity that had never been there before.

Pinkie pie was now just that, the Great and Powerful. A phrase she had only ever heard from a unicorn. Which she was. A unicorn that is. She thought.  

Yup.

Oh, the fun she could have. She could have it in a box- wait, she shook her head. That was silly! What kind of box could a full grown mare have in a dinky little box. But she could have it with a fox, that made her brighten up. And with a mouse! In a house!

And with that the problem of the horn was pushed out of hoof to be replaced with the problem of finding a mouse to throw a housewarming party for.

Now why in the hay was she in a pine forest?