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Twilight paced back and forth, trying to think of a good way to speak her mind well tomorrow when she heard a knock on the door. Who would be calling at this hour?
 
Opening her door, shivering as the slight wind blew through the gown she still wore, Twilight shifted her eyes, wondering who was the wise pony that played the game of knock and ditch at her door. She gave a frustrated sigh before turning to go back inside.
 
However, her eyes caught sight of something in front of her. Raising an eyebrow, she bent down and her eyes widened a bit.
 
A basket. Full of fruity pastries. Her favorite treats! But who would?
 
She turned her head from side to side, wondering who had left her such a gift so late.
 
Suddenly, she caught sight of something small and adorable quickly trotting past her house, his little legs carrying as much speed as they could.
 
Twilight smiled to herself. Aw, Pipsqueak She said quietly as she watched the pinto pony scurry off. “