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// Do they know its Christmas 
// Story: Stories told on the Hearth 
// by Alchemystudent 
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Do they know it’s heartswarming?




        A blue box hovered softly in the air, the last bits of the song playing out, “Well, that is a silly question isn’t it?” A chestnut colored earth pony said as he put away his cup of tea, “Of course they know its Heartswarming eve in zebrica! They just don’t celebrate it.” 

        Somewhere, on the streets below, the stallion who had just finished sining the above song began to walk behind a white unicorn. Like a savage preditator, he slowly crept behind her as she carried the bags of presents in her magic, “HEY YOU!” The stallion blurted out, shocking the white unicorn.

        “AHH! What do you think you are doing, sneaking up on a pony like that,”  Rarity asked, backing up slightly as she looked at the scary look on the stallion’s face. “What is with that look?”

        A big creepy grin came to the stallion as he looked down at the mare before him, “I bet you are really happy with those gifts, aint ya?”

        “What are you talking about? I have a mace spell ready,” Rarity asked, her horn glowing.

        “WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?! I am Talking,” he started to sing, but before he did, a white unicorn with a blue mane popped out with a large boom box and played a Hearthswaming song loud enough to blow the stallion  away from Rarity and through the golden oaks library window where Twilight was reading a book.

        “Rainbow! How many times must I tell you?” Twilight then looked at the landed stallion with a questioning eyebrow, “Oh, sorry I thought you were somepony else. Why are you in my house?”

        “Because I feel like I must tell the world of what is going on in Zebrica this heartswarming eve. Because of all of their hardships and the fact that no rivers flow there.” The stallion then began to pose as the song in his heart was about to start.

        “Not excatly,” Twilight said, bringing out a graph and a chart.

        “What?” The stallion deadpaned.

        “Well, you see, the river dismissal, the longest on the planet, flows through Zebrica quite smoothly. Not only that, but there is also the rivers: Red, Everlast, Anglo, Demure, Straight, Orignal, Reed, Youngze, Fedrick, Orange, Ripped, Apple, Sombreo, Indego, Callous, Kipper, Parasite, Onatop,Neithers,Yetterman.”

        “Ok, but what about the water there,” he said tearing up, “The only water there is the salty ones of their-”

        “Well, that’s not true at all,” Twilight said, bringing out another chart, “You see the average rain fall...”

        Rather than listen to the alicorn’s rambling, the stallion ran out the door in utter fear where he rammed into Zecora, “You there, Zebra! Surely you must know-”

        “I do not appreciate the great slander, that you put upon my land sir!  Now please don’t mind my sass and get off your smug,” There was a large crack as Zecora decked the guy straight into the air and into the home for overly sappy christmas songs.

        With a smug chuckle, the zebra walked to her friend’s house, intent on sharing some cocca with a dear friend. After all, though she didn’t celebrate it, she did enjoy spending time with somepony she cared about.