Twas the night before Hearth's Warming Eve, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Santa Hooves would soon would be there. The foals were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

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Another Hearth's Warming Eve story with Doodle Bug and Hoop. EXCEPT THEY'RE FOALS. c: