Stage 1: Smolder: What a pain. All this pony food's giving me a gut. Stage 2: Smolder: Is it me, or are my wings feeling heavier than usual? Stage 3: Smolder: Wait, what happened to my claws? I'm no pork chop! Stage 4: Squeal Smolder: Er, maybe I am. Stage 5: Smolder: Who cares about wings, anyway? A nice mud puddle is all I need! Cow Ember: Hey! How come you're so happy about it!?