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- (C)2014 Helping Hoof AKA Maki Jaderborg AKA TakenFanfix
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- A cute little unicorn filly, short and stout,
- took extra special care in blowing her candles out.
- Six of them, she counted; one for every year.
- She looked up at her family, each one she held dear.
- "I did it," she spoke with a grin, "I blew them all out!"
- "So you did," her aunt spoke, and dabbed some cream on her snout.
- The filly wriggled her nose at the cream, her eyes crossing to see.
- But then licked it all up while letting out a squeal of glee.
- Her mother strode forward, holding a box,
- her magic making her as strong as an ox.
- The box looked bigger than the filly ever did see,
- and she stared at it in wonder to ask "Is this for me?"
- At the nod of her kin, she tore into the box that was there,
- eagerly sending ribbon and paper flying absolutely everywhere.
- The scraps fell on her aunt, her uncle, her nephew and niece,
- her sister, her mother, her father, each got a piece.
- When she was finally finished, the wrapping all gone,
- she opened the box with excitement, having waited so long.
- But the filly's heart sank as she stared in the box to see,
- not a single item within it. "What are you pulling on me?"
- The filly's mom rushed to her side, and wiped the child's cheek.
- "I was sure I put it in last night," she offered, her voice soft and meek.
- "But it's empty now!" the filly decried!
- "There's nothing in it!" she shouted, her present denied.
- The mom sighed in defeat, "And it would have been so nice a surprise..."
- When suddenly Pinkie Pie jumped out of the box, spraying confetti in everyone's eyes!
- "A surprise??" she wondered, bouncing around,
- "Ooh, cake! I love cake!" she decided, when the cake was found.
- "Pinkie, not now," the filly's father demanded,
- "My wife lost our child's present," he all but reprimanded.
- Pinkie stopped bouncing, her hair falling flat.
- "No present?" she asked, "What's up with that?"
- "I thought I had packed it," the mother repeated,
- "but I must have left it at the store." she finished, defeated.
- Pinkie looked thoughtful, then poked up a hoof.
- "What are you looking at, buddy?" she demanded in anger.
- "You didn't even rhyme there," she sneered, and I backed away.
- The readers won't mind, if my rhyme goes astray?
- "Your words are the least of my concern right now,"
- said the pink pony with a hardly-hidden scowl.
- "You can't have a birthday without presents, you know?"
- Pinkie Pie offered to all in the room, "And I should know."
- She bounced back to the filly and cuddled her close.
- "I'll find you your present, or my name's not Pinkamena Diane Pie!"
- Breaking my rhyming scheme again, the pink pony stared at the box,
- "Maybe someone took it?" she wondered, "Maybe even a fox?
- Fluttershy would know, as she knows EVERY creature there is.
- And I mean EVERY creature from here to the Everfree Forest."
- Everyone stared at her, but Pinkie didn't seem to mind.
- "Maybe it just evaporated? That wouldn't be so kind."
- She stared intently at me as she rhymed that last word,
- "Can't you do something for this filly? This is getting absurd!"
- I looked at my screen where I was typing this story,
- and wondered if I should for all writers' glory?
- "If you would just stop trying to rhyme all the time,"
- Pinkie chided me again, "You would be able to fix this in no time!"
- I sighed and I thought hard on what I could do.
- What would a filly need, what present could I give you?
- "I really don't need much," the filly piped up,
- "I just want my friends and a good time. And maybe a pup."
- A pup, I pondered, would easily fit.
- And the box stirred to close its own lid.
- Pinkie grinned as she realized through rhyme,
- that I was forcing the party back through time.
- The filly finally finished, the wrapping all gone,
- and she opened the box with excitement, having waited so long.
- A puppy jumped out and licked at her face,
- and the filly took her with glee into a warm embrace!
- "A puppy!" she shouted, "that's just what I wanted!"
- and Pinkie nodded in my direction and said "Banted."
- "Banted?" I asked, and she rolled with her eyes.
- "I had to rhyme it somehow," and, much to my surprise,
- the pink pony jumped out of my screen!
- As my mind reeled at what I had seen,
- Pinkie sat down beside me,
- and patted my knee.
- "You're no Zecora, but you're doing all right.
- Now just find an ending and we can call it a night."
- I shook my head in disbelief, but she turned me away,
- to face my computer again so I would not be led astray.
- I stared hard at the screen in the hopes it would come,
- that wonderful ending that would keep people from...
- "Will you stop thinking and write already?" Pinkie decried,
- and I quickly typed out all the above, my fingers "fried!"
- Not fried, Pinkie, that would stop me from typing.
- Fried fingers are for eating, not for story "wiping?"
- How can a story be made if it's wiped at the same time?
- You're not making sense, Pinkie. "But it had to rhyme!"
- You're right, of course, the rhyming is hard.
- But it's fairly easy to do, when you're smart.
- "Zecora must be a lot smarter than you, then."
- That almost sounds like you're her number one fan.
- "She at least doesn't rely on" and this is where I cut.
- Because, honestly, Pinkie is becoming a pain in my butt.
- An ending she wants, and an ending she shall get.
- But I want to finish this filly's story before she has to go to bed.
- A puppy she got, and they both played so sweet.
- The grown ponies all smiled, as it was such a treat.
- Seeing the filly enjoy her new friend,
- made sure all the past heartaches would mend.
- Birthdays aren't for presents, although they are nice,
- especially if given from the heart, like cream on top of ice.
- The best thing about birthdays is meeting with friends, out and about.
- And the best among them is... Pinkie, leave that alone or the power goes ou
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