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// Pipsqueak and Discord: Little Drummer Boy V.2 
// Story: Hearts Warming Eve 
// by overlord-flinx 
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	While Tinsel and Cupid remained under the town's spell, they did not notice a little young colt darting to where a good friend dwell. Across the fields, over some hills, and over a few hedge; young Pip continued to race through Canterlot, eager to keep to his pledge. His eyes could not help but set to Canterlot castle and bring to him thoughts of his idol; one such mare with an exceptional title. But to see her would be his final reward. For at this moment, he was late to seeing Discord.





Check left... Check right... Scurry, scurry, scurry! Pipsqueak hugged close against the blistering cold ground as he continued to sneak through the Canterlot Garden. Many saw this sneaking colt garbed in a thick green scarf, but didn't say anything of it. He seemed to be in the belief that he was being sly as he made large dents in the snow-bed. Over some time of turning around corners and checking his corners, he finally made it. Before him was a stunned statue with a shocked expression. Pipsqueak smiled warmly and placed a radio down onto the snowy ground and adjusted his scarf. "Happy Hearth Warmin', Cap'n!"

The statue -obviously- didn't make a sound. "...Won't hold ya for more than a smidge. Just wanted ta wish ya a happy one and run my newest lyrics by me cap'n! Ready? Here we go..."


Little Drummer Colt
By: Pipsqueak.
Performed: Pipsqueak.


"Verse two, alright..." Pipsqueak made an effort to cough into his hoof before starting.


Colts an' fillies,
Hut tut ta ta ta,

Alone, we are not,
Hut tut ta ta ta,

What is a king with no crown?
Hut tut ta ta ta,

The same a queen with no gown,
Hut tut ta ta ta,
Tut ta ta ta,
Tut ta ta ta,


Quickly, Pipsqueak slid his scarf off and staggered up Discord's stone body. Able to reach his head with a crane of his own neck, he wrapped the green scarf around Discord's head with a smile. The little colt gave the statue a little nuzzle on the cheek before finishing.


So I craft you one,
Hut tut ta ta.


Hopping back down, Pipsqueak took the radio's handle back into his mouth and went back to sneaking, neglecting to turn the music off as he wormed around the winding hedge.


...That is my son...