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                     Lucky Mares Tale                      
                    -by thecoltalition-                    
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                         CMC Part                          
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CMC Part
Lucky Mares Tale
Here we are in the clubhouse of the cutie mark crusaders
Three little fillies, possibly first graders
Pondering together to get cutie marks
They tried their best, with their very hearts
To obtain the thing they would all want
So they did what they must and did embark
On a journey that many will never forget
To bring trouble widespread.
The three looked everywhere
But were filled with despair
For no findings of trouble
Which they found befuddle
How could they get marks in a flash
If they couldn’t help one in the trash
So they headed to the forest to try their luck
But feared sweetie who will be covered in muck
They enter none the less to try their best
To get their mark without unrest
But they stumble upon great fortune, none like any other
A fortune that would make life much more rougher
It was a bag full of bits
That they could all benefit
But it was too heavy for all three to carry
So many bits it was uncanny
The three came up with ways to get it back
Maybe get help from Applejack
Applebloom proposed but then a fear
That AJ would want to interfere
She would love a piece of the pie
But the three simply would not comply
Then what of everypony who saw these bits
They all would become such lunatics
So they all agreed
Hide their greed
And came up with a plan that will not fail
A plan that will prevail
They would draw hairs
It was only fair
Who drew the shortest from their tail
Would head back and fetch a sail
To drag the bits to town
When the sun is down
To hide the fortune from the world
So they would not be disturbed
They did so quickly
And in a snippy
It was Scootaloo who was chosen
And she was very opposing
She did not trust the two alone
But she left with a  big groan
To find a sail in town of ponies
That luckily ended a ceremony
In a trash bin was a sail that was large
But a thought in her head started to take charge
Share the gold with herself and not the other two
Then her eyes lit up with all that revenue
She grabbed the sail quickly and headed back
Greatly thinking of a way to attack
She got closer to Sweetie Belle and Applebloom
For they would become very inopportune
Scoot jumped high in the trees and looked over
To find the two who kept their composure
She dropped the sail on top of them and Scoot jumped as well
For her acts she was about to commit, she was heading to hell
She pumbled their heads in flat
And the sail that covered them was a bloody mat
Scoot sighed and took a breath
And looked for the gold she will bringeth
She found it split up into two
They were going to steal it, how could they do!
Scoot look back and knew they deserved it
And went to collect her piles of bit
But as she walked she fell down a hole
And it ended this little foal
A trap set by Applebloom and Sweetibelle
And now they all will meet in hell
So alas our story ends for these foals
But somepony will look for them, well who knows?