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- >Every pony, down in ponyville, likes Hearth’s warming a lot.
- >But Anonymous the human, who lived up on the mountain top, did not.
- >Once a year the ponies down in ponyville gathered round for their festivity,
- >And once a year the human had to plug his ears to deal with their glee and positivity.
- >He clutched his head and yelped: “Oh the humanity!”
- >The noise, cheer, joy, and insanity!
- >What could they possibly do to work our villain into a tizzle?
- >Pinkie Pie and Applejack slamming on their pone-puddlers, hurdy gurdies, and wompo-wizzles.
- >Ponies cry that Anonymous is just far too uptight,
- >But Anon disagrees, this whole season just isn’t right.
- >However the most likely reason of all,
- >Is Anonymous’ penis is three sizes too small.
- >Twilight and Rarity and all the unicorns gather round,
- >To summon a Hearth’s warming eve feast for the whole town.
- >What good will all that food do if it’s all varieties of vegetable stew?
- >Where’s the beef, pork, and lamb too?
- >The silly equines banished Anon to that tall, tall mountain top,
- >Because of all the slaughter he refused to stop.
- >Every day he'd take a harmless woodland critter,
- >To delight at home, roasted and glazed for his dinner.
- >The Pegasi were the worst, to ol’ Anonymous the human,
- >With their flapping and molting wings that kept him fuming.
- >Who in their right mind would make the weather cold,
- >To bring a new line of fashion, because yesterday’s is “old.”
- >Three months of winter coolness,
- >And dreadful holidays.
- >Anonymous struggled to keep himself warm at home,
- >They even took his supply of fuel; wood, royal phoenixes, and Twilight’s tomes.
- >“I must find a way to stop Hearth’s Warming from coming!”
- >Screamed the human as he wracked forth all his cunning.
- >Then the Humany Human was struck with an idea.
- >A vile, nasty idea. Although a little bit queer.
- >So he set to work, dicing and slicing up all the furniture in his home,
- >And when his project was complete, a new Santie Claws costume he did own.
- >Red, furry, and trimmed with white too.
- >And for his sled, a bit of wood, paint, and too much glue.
- >The lights from the town dimmed, and so too did their endless tune.
- >However the festivities continued, but Anon’s plan would begin soon.
- >As the ponies of the town set down to feast,
- >Up high, waiting in silence, was the bipedal beast.
- >One by one, as the night went by, the lights flicked out,
- >Once the aphrodisiacs worked on those louts.
- >With a giggle, squeal, and a kick of his heel,
- >The grumpy human set out with zeal.
- >Down, down he rode, face frostbitten and body ice cold,
- >But he was strong in purpose and will, and would not give in, he wouldn’t fold.
- >Upon the first house he descended,
- >To enact his revenge as he intended.
- >“With this coat, and hat, why I look just like Saint Nick.”
- >“The perfect disguise to pull my greatest trick.”
- >The human cackled to himself, resting his sweaty mitts on a rounded belly,
- >As this unaware mare’s house was the first of his spree.
- >Toys for tots,
- >Food, and lots,
- >Drums, and plums,
- >Guitars for strumming, and harmonicas for humming.
- >Oh, how they’d all find this so unpleasant.
- >Thought our villain as he grabbed every present.
- >“Ha, what a grand and intoxicating innocence.”
- >His sack got fuller as he felt no pangs to his conscience.
- >Anonymous went from house to house,
- >Stealing everything from toys to a blouse.
- >Lifting things of value and trash worth nothing.
- >It did not matter what, our villain took anything.
- >Then in the middle of the night awoke a pony daughter,
- >She rose from her slumber for a glass of water.
- >Anon heard her coming round the corner with a creak and a crack.
- >Without a moment to lose, he scooped her up and into his sack.
- >“Clickety clack, you’ll remain in my sack!” he cried.
- >With a dab of liquid and a smothering cloth, she was put into a state as if she had died.
- >He took a moment's pause, and examined his unconscious prey.
- >Fair and comely, he thought, despite hair being sleepily fray.
- >As the sun began it’s morning climb into the sky,
- >Anon hastily rode back home. Being ever so sly.
- >He reached the summit just fine, perfectly in fact,
- >With all his bags, and his new pony prize intact.
- >“Soon the tears, will flow. They’ll wake up in a minute or two.”
- >“This will break their hearts. I’m sure that’s what it’ll do!”
- >Then from down below a sound he did hear.
- >The cries of the ponies and those they held dear.
- >They sung up to the sun: “Oh, how pointlessly tragic!”
- >“All our presents and food gone, as if by magic!”
- >“But it’s okay, the love in our hearts will grow.”
- >“As we huddle closely in the gleaming snow.”
- >“There is only one man lonely enough, in the entire town.”
- >“Who would do something so dastardly for just a few frowns.”
- >“Do not fret, the day is just about to begin.”
- >“Your friendship and love, is what we will win.”
- >Anon chanted back: “Dummies, dullards, and dolts alike.”
- >“For all I care, they can go take a hike.”
- >“But not up my mountain, that stands so high.”
- >“I want to be alone, and you know damn well why!”
- >“These presents and toys are all mine.”
- >“Let’s not forget this mare, ‘cause damn she’s fine~!”
- >“If you want them back feel free to try.”
- >“But from my corpse you’ll need to pry.”
- >Then something truly incredible began to happen,
- >The sled came to life and took off with Anon as its captain.
- >From her slumber, the equine awoke.
- >A tone of confusion and fear, she quivered as she spoke.
- >“Anonymous? What is going one here? Are you the one doing all this?”
- >That chloroform mix was suppose to last for hours, Anon knew something was amiss!
- >“Hush my dear, all is well. There is no need to fret your pretty little head.”
- >He whispered to himself, hands clutched close, “once I’ve got you in my bed.”
- >Away he did sail, cackling all the while
- >And the ponies down below waited in denial.
- >Anony never did return any of his bounty.
- >Or his stolen bride, their marriage legitimized by the county.
- >What was the lesson of this tale?
- >Creepy marenappers belong in jail.
- >Now farewell dear readers, and goodnight.
- >Remember, beware of the lonely man’s plight.
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