(I just thought the art was epic of course, it's not mine,and let's be honest; my skills look like the CMC'S crusade fails.)
In Ponyville, it was dark with only moonlight and starlight shining on paths. On one of these paths, small fillies galloped over to the schoolhouse, chatting amiably. Three fillies' conversation was something different to anything else.
"I'm telling you Applebloom, marketing isn't a cool talent for a cutie mark!"
"Well if Applejack was an apple seller before she had to go to Canterlot for something, I wanna take over her business. I wanna have money and a cutie mark, even if it doesn't seem that cool."
"Why don't we try pottery?"
Scootaloo and Applebloom looked at Sweetie Belle quizzically. "Why would we do that?" The orange pegasus asked.
"Well think about it. If we did marketing, there's a chance that our stock could lower because of the conditions of weather and climates. If we do pottery, it will be easier to get the material, since clay is dirt with water and heated a bit. Plus, I think we would get in trouble for selling produce as permit-less fillies. Pottery is easier and safer, but we would need adult supervision. But it would get us more profit." Sweetie Belle pointed out.
The earth pony and (flightless) pegasus stared at the unicorn blankly.

"...Uh, I guess that makes sense." Applebloom said.

Then the tardy bell rang, and everypony stopped chattering as Ms. Cheerilee stamped her hoof on the desk. "Alright my little ponies, let's take attendance. Archer?"

"Here."

"Applebloom?"

"Here."

"Diamond Tiara?"

"Ugh..here."

"I don't like that tone young lady. Peachy Daze?"

"Here!"

"Pipsqueak?"

"Here!"

"Scootaloo?"

"'Sup?'

"Silver Spoon?"

"Here..."

"Snips?"

"Hi."

"Snails?"

"Hellooo."

"Sweetie Belle?"

"Present, Ms. Cheerilee!"

"Tofty Pie?"

"Here!"

"Alright, let's get onto learning about Equestrian history."

A knock was at the door.