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// Obligatory Hearth's Warming Chapter 
// Story: Trust Once Lost 
// by Greenhorne 
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Twas the week 'fore hearthswarming and all through the town,
The ponies were cheerful with nary a frown,
The trees were bedazzled, the stores were well stocked,
And each little pony had mittens (or socks?).

The markets were bustling as ponies sought gifts,
For friends and for family, some had lengthy lists.
The parks were now filled with the squeals of delight
The sleds crashed quite often, (the foals were alright).

But one little filly was not having fun,
For she knew her torment had barely begun.
"Bah Humbug." She said, "This is nothing like Christmas",
"These ponies won't quit with this hearth's warming business."

"They force me to parties and drag me to parks,
I wish they would leave me alone for a lark."
"I've books to be reading and sleep to catch up,
I just want to tell them I don't give a f-

"Hey Green, do ya want some hot cocoa?"