The Twelve Nights of Hearth's Warming

by Jade Ring

The Ninth Night

Spike,

WHY ARE THERE NINE DANCING MARES IN MY FRONT YARD?!

WHY?!

I tried asking them, but they just kept right on dancing. They might not have heard me over the geese, swans, and two colly birds.

Or that strange chanting coming from Sweetie Belle's room.

Where is Opal?

Spike, I know you had something to do with this.

STOP.

NO MORE.

Rarity