The Twelve Nights of Hearth's Warming

by Jade Ring

The Fourth Night

Spike,

I thought we'd agreed on no more gifts.

Or birds.

I admit that the four colly birds are a step up from the hens, but even then the house is becoming quite noisy with all this bird song. It makes it very hard to concentrate on my work, you understand.

It appears that Tweety has gotten lost somewhere in the house and Sweetie Belle has been so distraught that she hasn't even had time to name our new arrivals. I'm sure the little dear will show up eventually, unless... Oh, I hesitate to think...

Opal has been looking more content than usual today...

No, my wittle kitty witty would never do such a thing.

Spike, please; no more birds. The seven I have now will suffice for quite a while. You have shown your admiration more than enough for the season. I don't deserve any more gifts.

Yours,

Rarity