Everyone Comes From Mother Earth

>Day sniggity diggity at Equestria High.

>Be Zecora.

>Be walking down the main halway of school.

>Accidentally bump into Norman.

I am sorry, i did not see you. Are you okay, would help be due?

>"Oh, no... it's okay, i know it was just an accident."

>You and Norman get up.

What's wrong Norman, you seem to be troubled. Are you sure you are not mad, with blood being bubbled?

>"Oh, it's not you... it's just that everyone here keeps calling me a racist... AND I'M NOT!" he explains with such emotion.

>You could understand how being called a racist when you're not would be really bad for your image.

Well Norman, do not do so much as frown. We all come from the same place, no one should get you down.

>"What do you mean?"

We all come from Africa Norman, it's in our blood. The next person to put you down is nothing but a stick in the mud.

>"So wait... does that mean i'm... like... part black?" he asks squinting his eyes.

Well... yes i suppose, though a lot that does impose...

>Norman smiles widely and takes hold of someone.

>"HAY DICKHOLEs, GUESS WHAT! WE'RE ALL ACTUALLY BLACK! YOU'VE BEEN CALLING ME A RACIST FOR NOTHING THUNDERCUNTs! JUMP OFF THE BANDWAGON SHITSUCKERs!" yells Norman into the faces of each student he sees walk by.

>Oh my, what have you done?

>Though... Norman seems a bit happier.

>Maybe it's better this way.

>"HAY SUNSET. YOU'RE A NIGGER!"

>Oh no...