>It's Hearts and Hooves Day again!
>You can't wait to finish making this card for the best teacher in the whole world, Ms. Cheerilee.
>If only there were a nice stallion to give such a wonderful card to her. You really hope she has better luck this year...
>Just have to wait for Scootaloo and Applebloom to get back from Anonymous's house.
>Right on cue the two barge into the clubhouse with happy grins on their faces.
>"Sweetie Belle, we're back!"
Great! Did you get the glue?
>"Even better, Mr. Anon gave us Krazy Glue! He says it drahs' Krazy Fast!"
Then what are we waiting for, let's get to work!
>Cutting out a giant heart from paper that is too large to feasibly exist, you randomly throw glue, glitter, paint, and ribbons on it.
>Then you step on it a few times, for good measure.
>When you're finished, the product is a giant, perfectly crafted heart card!
We did it!
>"Nice job, girls!"
>"We really outdone ourselves this tahm!"
>Excited at the thought of Ms. Cheerilees face when you give her this super duper card, you lean over and give Scootaloo a high-hoof.
>"YEAH!"
>...
Uh-oh...
>"Whut's wrong?"
>"Our hooves are stuck!"
>Watching us try to pull our hooves apart, Applebloom facehoofs.
>...Then flips herself forward trying to remove said hoof from said face.
>"...Ah think we need help..."
 
>Be miserable, lonely, pathetic Anon.
>It's hearts and hooves day, and because you're the strange, gangly monkey, you are of course single.
>To make matters worse, you saw 2 of those CMC Fillies earlier looking for some glue to make a card.
>Being the nice beta guy you are, you loaned them some Krazy glue you had from back home.
>Although they were quite thankful, the little hick one took a shot at you before they left.
>"Wha' don't you have a very special somepony, Mr. Anon?"
>At these words, you felt a frown form on your face.
>As well as some strange lines on your forehead.
Because...
>Why didn't you have a very special somepony, Anon?
>As you looked back down, you saw that they had already run off.
>Wow, bitch material in the making.
>So you took to strolling around town, watching all the happy pones make kissy faces at eachother, and humming dust in the wind.
>While on your stroll, you are suddenly accosted by the same Fillies from before, plus the cute white one.
>"Mr. Anon, we need help!"
>"Yeah, this glue you gave us worked too well!"
>You see that the redneck has her hoof attached to her forehead, and the other two have their hooves stuck together.
>Gay.
Well, what do you expect me to do about it?
>You feel a bit bad for being mean, but you really don't want to deal with these youngins right now.
>"Well, maybe we can figure out a way to get unstuck if we know what it's made of!"
>The little white one chirps.
 
>...
>Yeah, you're doing it.
It's made of horse hide.
>It's not, but they don't need to know that.
>"Horse Hahd?"
>"What's that?"
Horse skin. Also, ground up horses hooves.
>They keep their inquisitive looks for all of 5 seconds, before the color drains from their faces.
>"H-h-hor-"
Horse skin. And hooves. That was removed from a dead horse. That was killed by humans for the purpose of making glue.
>Their eyes can't get much wider, but their pupils are pinpricks.
>The hillbilly is the first to react.
>"AAAAAAAH AH AH AAAAAAAH!"
>She starts running in a circle, violently trying to tear her hoof from her forhead.
>Soon the other two join in.
>"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
>"AAAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
>As you watch on in guilty amusement, the white and orange ones accidentally clothesline the yellow one.
>She hits the ground with a thud after a satisfying backflip, knocked the fuck out.
>As the two conscious fillies continue to run around screaming, you're approached by a purple mare with flowers on her flanks.
>"And just what is going on here?"
>Standing beside you, she looks on with a face of equal parts concern, amusement, and weariness.
Nothing serious, just a little prank.
>Looking down at her, you smile.
I'm Anon.
>She smiles back up at you.
>"Cheerilee."
>Maybe this day won't be so lonely after all.