Pinkie Pie concentrated intently on the cupcake sitting on the table before her.  Focusing all her attention on the sugary confection, she twisted her head left and right, analyzing it from all sides.  Her visage was cold and calculating.  With surgical precision she inched her head forward and peeled back the paper cup that encased the base of the treat.  The cake rested on the paper, bare.   Pinkie Pie circled, stalking it like a tigress, awaiting the perfect opportunity to strike her prey.  She crouched close to the floor.  She crept up to the base of the table and slowly rose toward the top, until only her eyes and nose peeked over its edge.  In a spontaneous pink blur the cupcake disappeared.  To an untrained eye the only noticeable changes were Pinkies cheeks, engorged with sugary cake, and her lips, smeared with vanilla frosting.  She slowly started chewing.  Like a connoisseur of fine wines, she shifted the cupcake around her mouth.  She rolled her eyes in contemplation, occasionally lifting a quizzical eyebrow.  