The Twelve Nights of Hearth's Warming

by Jade Ring

The Eighth Night

Spike,

...Thank you for the rather random gift of the eight bottles of milk.

I'm not sure why you'd send them (delivered by eight different milk-mares. Each of whom expected a tip) but the milk is quite refreshing after I had to yell at Sweetie Belle last night.

I wasn't yelling at her because I was angry, you understand. I had to yell to be heard over all the BIRDS. The three colly birds have now been joined by the geese and swans and it just never STOPS. As to why I was yelling at my... precocious younger sibling, it was because I caught her dangling my poor little Opal by her tail over a circle and star drawn in goose egg yolk on the kitchen floor.

Luckily Opal's gained a few pounds in the last few days and the rope snapped before Sweetie Belle could figure out how to levitate that knife.

Spike, this does not change anything.

No more gifts.

Thank you.

And thank you for not sending me birds.

Sincerely,

Rarity