"A charming sonnet between sisters alike."
"Of course Cupid, who could possibly dislike?"
"Though Tinsel, I admit the night begins to wane me..."
"Bare with, Cupid, let us look for one more thing to see..."
Tinsel guided Cupid a bit away from the tower hoping that his partner would join in a scour. After a moment Cupid agreed, taking course behind Tinsel in his charging lead. From the summit of Canterlot the two descended below; an odd looking match, a deer missing an antler and a green doe. Nearing the village of Ponyville they found something quite silly. Down bellow, around a single tree of pine was a collection filly.
"Y'all ready?" Applebloom looked between her 'galpals' for a second.
Sweetie Belle nodded, bopping the well knitted hat she wore in the process. Scootaloo followed in, her scarf flapping in the cold wind. "A'right! Let's go!"
"Cutie Mark Crusader Tree Handlers!"
O Warming Tree
By: Cutie Mark Crusaders
Performed: Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Applebloom
First, Applebloom stepped forward with an axe clenched between her teeth, staggering a bit at each step as she made way to the tree. Mustering her strength, she sliced the axe into the hip of the tree and left it there as she turned herself around. Bit by bit, she began to buck the head of the axe into the tree, trying to inch it through.
O Warmin' Tree! O Warmin' Tree!
Yer' bark will concede;
O Warmin' Tree! O Warmin' Tree!
Yer' bark will concede;
Really hard to cut you down,
But this here won't make me frown.
O Warmin' Tree! O Warmin' Tree!
Yer' bark will concede!
With a final grunt and push of her hind legs, the axe slipped out of the tree and sent the tree toppling over to one side. "WOHO! It worked! Scootaloo, yer' up!"
Scootaloo circled around the tree for a second, eyeing it up before hooking her scarf around the trunk of it and started to pull it off down the hill.
O Warming Tree! O Warming Tree!
You sure are real heavy;
O Warming Tree! O Warming Tree!
You sure are real heavy;
No matter how heavy it is,
I'll pull it true and get to bus'.
O Warming Tree! O Warming Tree!
You sure are real heavy!
Scootaloo continued to pull the rather small tree with some strain, but managed to get it down far enough to where Sweetie Belle had been waiting. "Alright... Your turn Sweetie..." Scootaloo panted, unhooking her scarf from the tree and falling down into the surprisingly soft snow.
Sweetie Belle did a quick look over the tree as she mapped out where she was going to put the ordainment, tinsel, and alike she 'borrowed' from her sister.
O Warming Tree! O Warming Tree!
I'll make you look so pretty;
O Warming Tree! O Warming Tree!
I'll make you look so pretty;
From trunk to tip' glisten, lights,
Why did I bring these tights?
O Warming Tree! O Warming Tree!
I'll make you look so pretty!
"How does it look?"