Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare...
It was almost a comfort to not hear a chorus of voices for the silver-maned mare, though the look of caution did not stray too far from her as she waited on center stage.
Trixie...
...gives money to the homeless...
"Well, actually I have--waaaaait a second. I'm not falling for that. That's going to be some wind up to a joke about how I 'give money to the homeless' because I am homeless, hm? Not walking into that."
Trixie...
...teaches fillies magic in her spare time...
"Oh-ho! Now I bet you're going to insinuate that I can only do that because I'M only on par with children, right?! So-o-o-o obvious!"
Trixie...
...has more friends than enemies...
"Yeah? Why is that? Is it because I'm not worth anyone's trouble? Is that it? I'm not a threat to anyone! I see through this whole facade!" With a dramatic huff, Trixie scampered off stage, head held high as she reveled in her victory.
...This is why we tell jokes...
Now you know...
Trixie...