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The small colt heard a knocking on the house door. He blinked his yellow eyes as his maw had not told him she was expecting company. But Country Kitchen knew he wasn't suppose to open the door for strangers. So he head butted a small step stool over to the door and open the smaller door that acted like a peep hole. Outside was a mare as black as his Auntie Puffy, only she had purple hair instead of white.

"Um....howdy!" he said with a smile through the window, "My maw ain't here right now. Is there somethin I can help ya with?"

"Well...ah...ya see Maw tols me not to let in strangers. Is you a stranger?" the colt blinked back at her. He did not remember ever seeing the black mare though she still might be friends with his mother. And he hadn't seen a phony yet that was mean or ill temptered. Just out of sorts which good food always changed.

Kit scruntched up his face in thought as he tried to place the name among all the ones his mother had told him about. Then again he also had to consider her accent didn't always sound like the name. But Obi's was right on par. He remembered his mom talking about a cooking attempt they had done.

"Oh! Yeah maw told me bout chew once! Said you made some pie! Thats right good it is! Come on in!" he hopped down from his stool then pushed it out of the way. Once the doorway was clear he opened the door and ushered the mare in. "Welcome! Like I said Maw is out. Getting some vittles for tonight's dinner. I get to cook with her tonight!"

He smiled proudly, always glad ot help his mother cook.

Kit showed Obi to the kitchen area where there was a table and chairs to sit on. He puffed up his little chest at her compliment. Why of course he was realy good at cooking! He was going to be like his maw when he was old enough.

"Well what kinda help? I'm right useful in the kitchen, just not so tall that I can reach the stove. And maw dun like me usin' her oven when she ain't here. But I can make some things! Maybe I can help until she gets back!"

He smiled brightly a the dark mare. He wanted to help, to share his love of cooking.

Kit listened as Ms. Obi explained that she wanted to learn to cook. Well that was a right good thing! And she couldn't have come to a better teacher! His maw was the best! Though she wasn't too good with a frying pan, Kit admired his mother's cooking ability.

Then Obi asked a question that made the little colt's eyes glow with happiness. She wanted to make biscuits!!!!! "Why I shore nough can! Biscuits are my specheality! I'll even teach ya how to make gravy ta go with'em! You get some milk out of the fridge and I'll get the flour and salt!"

He pranced over to the cabinets where a small hoof stool was set up for her small ones. Bon Bon knew they liked to cook things so she made sure they could reach the ingredients they needed. He hopped up the steps and reached for the container of flour his mother kept. It was rather large since she used a lot of it.

"No no! I got it!" he said quickly. He didn't want the little lady to think he was a weak stallion, after all he was a draft like his Paw! Poor Kit always tried to show he was strong, feeling like he had to what with all the girls he lived with. Sometimes he did wish his Paw was around more, Uncle Honey wasn't exactly.....manly....in his opinion at least.

The colt did his best to move the large flour container, carefully balencing it as he pulled it over the side and onto his hooves. He began to walk over to the counter were the rest of the ingredients were then one hoof stepped on some sugar he had spilled, making him slip. Almost as if in slow motion the flour tin went up then came crashing back down, a plume of white powder falling all over the two phonies.

"Gah! Dag nabbit!" he cried out, coughing as he waved his hoof to try and clear the flour cloud. Normally Kit was white but now his brown spots were completely gone and his hair was a lovely baby powder blue. He looked like he wanted to cry, he wasn't strong enough to move the flour.

Kit shook his head a bit, flour cascading around him as he looked up as Obi's hollow voice sounded. He felt a bubble rise from his belly to his mouth but he clamped his hooves over it before a laugh could escape. It came out as a rather undignified snort, blowing a cloud of flour out.

He stood up and walked over to assist her, still trying not to laugh. "Don't *snort* don't worry *giggle* Miss Obi! I'll get it!" he said as he put both hooves on the can and gave a mighty tug. He could get a better grip so the can popped off, leaving Obi looking quite like a clown.

Kit couldn't help it and began to belly laugh, so much tears came from his eyes. He rolled about, his little blue tail getting lighter by the minute. "I...I do apologize Miss Obi but you are lookin like you done seen a ghost!! Or are a ghost! Woo-ee!"