In the brilliant sunlight of the weekend, the Ponyville Schoolhouse stands radiant with its flaming-orange walls, its golden bell chiming with delight upon your approach. Climbing the steps, you knock on the wooden door. It gently opens to reveal a smiling, deep magenta-colored mare.

"Why hello there! I don't believe I've seen you before. I'm Cheerilee."

Inviting you in with a gesture, you enter the cozy confines of the small schoolhouse, where Cheerilee struggles to write tomorrow's lesson on the chalkboard using her mouth. She appears to be experienced in doing this, but her look suggests that she'd prefer not to. Through grit teeth and dusty lips, she speaks.

"You wouldn't mind helping me, would you? It's difficult writing with your mouth..."