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// Fretboard Shred 
// Story: Clickity Hack's Tome of Origins 
// by ClickityHack 
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/u/MishDjent

* The Ballad of Fretboard Shred *


Every morning at dawn you could see him arrive

He flew slick and straight and was done before five

Kinda broad at the wingspan and short in the head

And nopony gave guff to that Fretboard Shred

Nopony seemed to know where Shred called home

He just trotted into town with a broken phone

He didn't neigh much, he kinda nodded his head,

And when he spoke at all, it was to say he was "Shred"

Someponys say he came over from Manechester

Where he lost all his bits to the bloody jester

And a mighty blow from his leather boots

Put that Fillydelpy feller under grass and roots

Then came one day at a quarter til nine

Thunder cracked and fillies started cryin'

Farmers were prayin' and hooves beat fast

And everypony else thought they'd breathed their last

Through the flash floods and mudslides of that sudden rain

Flew the leather clad brute through the piercing pain

Grabbin' pony after pony flyin' up to the hill,

By the giant oak tree until the storms were still

And with all of his strength he whilred all around

And a colt yelled out, "What's that terrible sound?"

And a hundred pones stared as the sky became clear

Winds blew back the gales and they all started to cheer

But Fretboard Shred and his crazy-flank name,

Just weren't to be seen and it wasn't the same,

And these few words they etched in to a plaque,

"Watch the skies close in case he comes back,"

"Fretboard Shred"