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// Piece the 4th: Strain of the Sensational Seamstress 
// Story: Silly Song of Silver Snow 
// by I Thought I Was Toast 
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Snip, snap, stitch, twitch,
“You need me to what?” asked Rarity from the mannequin.
“Make us all jackets!” said Sweetie Belle from the outfit she was modeling in.

Snip, snap, stitch, flinch,
“I would if I could,” said the fair-maned mare.
“I just can’t, however, juggling all these things in the air.”

Snip, snap, stitch, itch,
“But Rarity,” Sweetie Belle whined.
“We have to stay up all night in the cold if we’re gonna make it on time!”

Snip, snap, stitch, twitch,
“Stay up for what?” asked Rarity with a sigh.
“If you’re doing something wrong, I swear, I could just die”

Snip, snap, stitch, flinch,
“I told you already!” squeaked Sweetie Belle.
“We’re making snow today!”  The scissors fell.

Twitch, flinch, teeth did grind,
“You’re what?” Rarity asked.
“We’re making snow!” came her sister’s reply.

The white mare smiles, trying to be kind,
“Are you sure you really need to know,”
“Whether your Cutie marks in making snow?”

But only fury comes to mind,
“Couldn’t you try something better?”
“Only pegasi can fix the weather.”

Whimper, simper, puppy eyes,
“I know that,” Sweetie Belle said.
“But that doesn’t mean I won’t try until my face is red.”

Standing tall, or at least the filly tries,
“It’s not even for us!” she yelled.
“We’re doing it so everypony’s gloom is felled!”

Voice ringing, and singing, and clear as ice,
“Couldn’t you give us a single chance?”
“All we need is some coats and pants.”

Tears mixed with fears, and even stranger pride.
Rarity could just simply die.
“I can and I most certainly will try.”

No sorrow for tomorrow, all of Rarity’s pressures had died,
“That is certainly going to be a most wonderful gift from your friends.”
“It will be even better than my other small projects in the end.”

Smiles going miles when tongues were tied,
Rarity set herself to work,
Grinning at all her sisters quirks.