“Howdy, howdy, Mr. Chicken!” Pinkie Pie greeted, crossing her eyes and faking a goofy country voice as she spoke through her hand-made hand puppet. “How do you like my new hat?”
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“Hiya, Señor Huevos!” Pinkie bawked in reply, her rubber chicken squeaking loudly as she gave it a little squeeze. “You look nice, but you look different. Did you shave off your mustache?”
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Looking down, Pinkie could see the faces of Pound and Pumpkin Cake light up with joy and laughter. But as much as she wanted to just sit there and watch the twins being such cuties, she knew the show must go on.
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After all, these toddlers were much easier to handle once they were settled down and distracted. Otherwise, they’d be running around the house in a rambunctious rampage. They’d be impossible to keep up with! Especially at Pinkie’s enormous size.
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So Pinkie carried on, once again with a silly country accent. “I sure did, Mr. Chicken! Sometimes it’s nice to have a bit of change!”

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Pinkie - 772 lbs