Anon, the sole human of Equestria, invented a holiday a while back for horses to celebrate across the land. It is totally legit, and not a placeholder for a dumb holiday back on Earth.
Anyway, it’s the fourth annual Pickling Day, and he swears he can secure the win.
. . . . .
Just… horrible.
Written to assuage my writer’s block. After finishing Log 5 to Equine: Isolation last night, I sorta burned myself out. Just gotta do final edits, and then posting sometime today.
But first…
Enjoy! 
Gasp, oh no, downvotes! Ain’t this a pickle 😂
To new readers and old who may have forgotten: I love seeing these on my Anon fics, so if you’re hoping to wound me so, joke’s on you—‘tis but a flesh wound. I downvoted it, myself!
You might have inspired a return of my jokeposting. But hey, if you’ve got thoughts, drop a comment instead! Love knowing what makes y’all tick (off).