As Mr. Hayfork came back with the needed supplies, Mrs. Applebucket began to diaper the little foal as fast as possible, because no one knew when the next accident could happen. It wasn't easy, because her filly was really fuzzy at that moment. Maybe she was that kind of foal, maybe she had a problem with strangers? Mrs. Applebucket couldn't recognize the problem, but it didn't matter because she easily overpowered the little foal.

Twilight: " Noooooo, I don't need a diaper, stop!!!" *whine*