[SPANISH]  
Sweetie Belle -Cheerilee, aqu huele raro.  
Apple Bloom -Huele como cuando rebosa la fosa sptica de la granja.  
Diamond Tiara -Ya sali la granjera con sus comparaciones sureas.  
Apple Bloom -A quin llamas t granjera?  
Diamond Tiara -Pues a t, so ton… Celestia ma, es verdad, huele fa-tal!  
La potranca malcriada sigui con su mirada la direccin que le marcaba su torturada pituitaria.  
Sweetie Belle -Se habr estropeado el alcantarillado?  
Como una seal invisible, el olor torci la direccin del hocico de Diamond hacia un pollo… pegaso.  
Bajo la falda de su uniforme escolar, levantada por su cola en el acto incosciente de apartarla antes de evacuar, se distingua algo. Un charco, marca de un accidente, rodeando un accidente mayor.  
Diamond Tiara -No, es que hay una pequea potrilla que acaba de… tener un pequeo accidente.  
Scootaloo se ruboriz con tanta fuerza como la capacidad de sus vasos sanguneos le permitan al notar que cada vez ms ponis acertaban a localizar el origen del olor.  
Cheerilee trataba de mantener el control de la clase para poder aislar el problema y solucionarlo sin entrometimientos.  
Algo deca a la joven poni que no le dejaran vivir tras sto.  
Pero por ahora no poda plantearse mucho las cosas a largo plazo. No cuando ella saba que la nica zona de todo el colegio que tena material para lidiar con un caso as era preescolar. Y que las toallitas y ropas infantiles de recambio que tenan solan ir acompaadas por un paal de talla grande.
 
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Sweetie Belle -Cheerilee, something smells off.  
Apple Bloom -Smells like when the septic tank’s contents overflow.  
Diamond Tiara -The farmer just had to use one of her southern comparisons.  
Apple Bloom -Ey! Who are ya calling farmer?  
Diamond Tiara -You, sil… Oh, Celestia, it does smell putrid in here!  
The spoiled filly followed with her glance the direction her tortured pituitary hinted to.  
Sweetie Belle -Is there something wrong with the plumbing?  
Like an invisible sign, the smell turned Diamond’s muzzle towards a chicken… pegasus.  
Under the skirt of her uniform, lifted by her tail in the unconscious act of getting it out of the way before releasing, something could be seen. A puddle, remainder of an accident, sorrounding a bigger accident.  
Diamond Tiara -No, is just a little filly who just had… a little accident.  
Scootaloo blushed as hard as the capacity of her blood vessels allowed her when she noticed more and more ponies located the source of the smell.  
Cheerilee tried to keep the class calm and under control to isolate the problem and solve it without obstacles.  
Something told the filly she wouldn’t be able to live this down.  
But she couldn’t make any long-term plans right now. Not when she knew the only place of the whole building which had the supplies to deal with this kind of accident was the preschool. And that the wipes and foalish clothes usually included a big-sized diaper.