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// SS: Trixie 
// Story: Know your Mare 
// by overlord-flinx 
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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...