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"Right," Jessie murmured as she dusted her hands off, even though they were in no need of being dusted. "What do we have to put in now Bullseye?"

Bullseye glanced down at the ingredients box, with his gaze thorough as he racked his mind to pick out what could possibly be used in the cake mixture. Right...so he wasn't able to pick out what he needed by simply looking at the cake on display (as there was a picture of the caked on the back of the ingredients box to indicate what the cake should look like, even though it never turned out as good really), so there must be some other way.

He had seen people making cakes plenty of times on TV before, so he should understand how to make one of by heart now. Right...what did they use? Uggh...he should remember this.

After a few more moments of racking endlessly through his mind, he suddenly remembered one of the vital ingredients for ay type of cake mixture: Flour.

So he neighed his answer.

"Flour?" Jessie repeated, enthesizing the word so that it rolled off her tongue as easily as an ice cube can slide off someone's fingertips if they messed with it too much. "So, that's it then?" Jessie asked expectantly as her eyebrows arched in deep thought. "Nothing else?"

Bullseye thought long and hard for what seemed to be even longer than a minute (even though in reality it had only been a few seconds) before it struck his mind with full force. You needed eggs! Well...at least he thought they did.

So Bullseye answered her question, seeming quite reluctant to reveal the answer as he honestly wasn't so sure himself. But he still answered though.

"Right...so we need flour and eggs?" Jessie murmured as her eyes seemed to roll towards the back of her head in deep thought. "Is that right boy?"

Bullseye nodded eagerly.

"Okay, we'll get the egg first then."

Jessie had mainly decided to get the egg first for one reason; it was much easier to get.

So, once she had it, she simply used all of her strength to lift the egg into the bowl before letting drop into what was really (even though she had thought it was cocoa) coffee.

"Are you going to help me get the flour boy?" Jessie asked expectantly as she directed her attention towards the auburn coloured horse. However, she really had not been expecting Bullseye's critique. "I did what you said Bullseye. What did I possibly do wrong this time?"

The Cowgirl also did not expect the horse to answer this question, as she had once thought that she had done everything that needed to be done right.

"You need to crack it?" Jessie muttered in disbelief. Doesn't the egg just, y'know, crack itself? Sure, she had known that you needed the contents of the egg in order to make the mixture complete, but you had to crack it yourself? Well...that was slightly out of the question... "But doesn't it just do that inside the oven?"

Bullseye just shook his head.

"Oh hogtie the mailman Bullseye." Jessie murmured as she pulled herself over the circular edge of the plastic mixing bowl. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Bullseye neighed his answer.

"Well..." Jessie began to answer slowly as she desperately racked her mind for a decent answer she could give. "Well you can't expect me to remember that (*)"

The collectible horse had to force himself from rolling his eyes as Jessie guided into the bowl.

"Urrgh." Jessie murmured in slight disgust almost as soon as she placed both of her feet onto the coffee grains. "You owe me Bullseye."

Even though her threats could sometimes be ominous, Bullseye simply took no notice of the Cowgirl whatsoever. This wasn't the first time she had uttered those exact words; and he definitely didn't consider it the last either.

However, he did not expect the Cowgirl to do what she did next. He really didn't...

When Jessie saw the egg directly, she then noticed that it was almost a third of the size of her when on it's side and, for those few moments, she desperately tried to rack her mind in order to find something that could help her. However, after all of this hard work, she only saw one clear option that would allow her to crack the egg in the long run.

But little did she realize that you were supposed to crack the egg over the bowl, and then simply let the contents fall into the mixture (if it had been correct in the first place).

So there was absolutely nothing to stop her from stomping the egg shells into what must've been at least a million pieces.

And if Bullseye physically could, then he may have found himself slapping his forehead out of pure distaste.

That was not how you did it!

A/N

* - I say this all the time when someone expects me to remember something I don't! ^_^

Only a short chapter. But I hope y'all enjoyed it nonetheless.

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