Steve's hopes that he would wake up this morning and
have thumbs had been dashed. This made cooking class...substantially more complicated. It almost was enough to make him wish he'd held class last week, but it had been
Independence Day.
Also his ninety-fourth birthday."Hello, everyone," he said, glad that at least he'd turned into a pony that could
talk. "Welcome to cooking class. We're not going to do introductions this week since some of us don't look like we normally do, anyway. I hope everyone enjoyed the holiday last week, and now that we're here...well, if you can cook without thumbs you're doing
really well already, but we'll see what we can do. Anyone who does have thumbs, if you'd like to jump in and help your classmates if it looks like they're having difficulties, I would really appreciate it and will award extra credit. We were going to do breakfast this week, but now we're not." That involved the stove, and Steve hadn't figured out how to work the fire extinguisher with his hooves yet. "Instead, we're going to do sandwiches and salads."
( Salads: Appropriate For Ponies? )