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// The Sixth Night 
// Story: The Twelve Nights of Hearth's Warming 
// by Jade Ring 
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Spike, 

Why are we back to the birds again?

Spike, the hens were too much. I told you that. Did you listen? 

No. 

You sent me geese. 

Six of them. And all of them won't stop laying eggs. I don't even like goose eggs. I suppose I can sell them for supplies... 

Applejack can't make it over until after Hearth's Warming so I had no choice but to put the geese in the guest room. I would ask Fluttershy to watch them but I don't want to impose. 

Spike, I cannot say this enough; STOP SENDING ME GIFTS. PLEASE. I'm getting backlogged in my orders for the holiday because I can't focus with all this bird noise. Plus I stumbled across Sweetie Belle hog-tying Opal and doing her best to levitate a hammer over my little kitty's head. The poor dear was so frightened that she coughed up a few feathers as she ran away. 

They were not Tweety's color. 

I had been wondering why Chirp looked so blue. 

Spike, this has gone far enough. I will talk about this with you face to face after Hearth's Warming.

Yours,

Rarity