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// Being "Nice" 
// Story: CMC: Chocolate Bar Salesponies! 
// by Crazy Chocolate 
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The cutie mark crusaders trotted on to the next house and knocked on the door. It was answered by a dark orange earth pony stallion with a short brown mane and a beanbag cutie mark. He seemed slightly annoyed, or maybe he just wasn't expecting any surprises today.

"Uh, hello?" asked the stallion, with a degree of annoyance and confusion in his voice. He looked down and saw three smiling fillies carrying around a whole lot of sequined bags in a little wagon. 

"Hey, so uh, how you doin'?" asked Sweetie Belle, with an awkward smile. 

"How am I doing?" The stallion had no idea what these three ponies were getting at. If they were trying to sell him some stupid sequined bags, or whatever was in them, why weren't they getting to it already? Since when do door to door salesponies make small talk like 'how you doing?'

"Uh, yeah. How you doing?" asked Apple Bloom. She too gave an awkward smile.

"Um, fine, I guess..." The earth pony stallion was getting tired of these three. He just wanted to continue relaxing in peace. 

"Nice place you got here!" Scootaloo added as she looked at the earth pony stallion's house from over his shoulder. 

" What are you three even DOING here anyway?" The stallion was legitimately furious now. He wanted to get to the bottom of this, and he wanted to do it NOW.

"We're selling chocolate bars!" exclaimed all three fillies at once. 

"Really, that's what this was all about?" The stallion backed up a few inches. "You know, if you just asked me to buy some, I would have. I love chocolate! But you three are just..." He paused to think. "WEIRD." He slammed the door on them.

"What was wrong? I thought we were plenty nice!" Sweetie Belle complained. 

"I don't know if we were exactly nice as much as, well, casual," added Apple Bloom. 

"I got it! You know how the salesponies who gave us the bags made us feel special? Maybe the key isn't being nice, maybe we have to make the customers feel really awesome!"

"Loved even!" added Scootaloo.





The three fillies trotted over to the house to the right of the orange stallion's. The door was answered this time by a light brown unicorn mare. She seemed in a good mood.

"Hello, how can I help you girls?" 

"Hello, ma'am, we're selli..." Sweetie Belle was cut off when Scootaloo jumped in front of her.

"I LOVE YOU!" announced Scootaloo as loud as she could. She gave a huge smile afterwards and held it until the mare was creeped out and slowly closed the door. 

"SCOOTALOO, WHAT THE HAY DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" yelled Apple Bloom. She looked at her friend with fury. 

"Yeah, I almost had us our first sale there!" Sweetie Belle glared at Scootaloo as well.

"What? Weren't we supposed to do that, make ponies feel special?" Scootaloo had a look of confusion on her face. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom facehoofed in unison. 

"Yeah, not creep them out with demonic smiles!" complained Apple Bloom.

"Look, this isn't working out. We need a new approach to this whole thing." Sweetie Belle added. She paced away for a moment and looked at a sign for hay fries. "I mean other ponies do it, just look at this!" 

"Eat hay fries, they're delicious." read Scootaloo. 

"They most certainly are NOT delicious!" added Sweetie Belle.

"Not the way I use 'em!" argued Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle had no idea what she meant by that, but whatever. She thought it was best not to think about it too much. 

"Well, if they didn't say that, nopony would buy 'em." added Apple Bloom.

"I got it, we have to stretch the truth!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. She had a huge smile on her face.

"You mean, tell lies?" asked Apple Bloom. She didn't like that idea too much, being the sister of the embodiment of honesty herself. 

"No, no! Just..." Sweetie Belle put her hoof to her chin to help her think. "You know, over emphasize how awesome it is."

"Yeah, that'll work!" added Apple Bloom. She was still a little skeptical, but was convinced enough."

"So, what do we say?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"I think I got it," replied Scootaloo, as they started to move towards the next house.