Stripes
By DerpDaHooves
"You are going to be a very special zebra one day." Her mother smiled at her as she brushed her tail. The zebra filly smiled back at her mother. "You know,Zecora, everything that your father and I do is for your own good." Those words were the last words Zecora would ever here from her mother. With the last knot in Zecora's tail gone, the zebra mare stood and left her daughter.
Just because she lost her mother at a young age, does not mean that Zecora lived a sad life. She found herself traveling through the depths of the world, until she found the Everfree forest. She secluded herself to only befriending those that could understand the Zebra dialect. Alas, she soon learned the Equestrian tongue, and the Zebra language was forgotten.
Lost was the dialect of the striped ponies. It was not the only language spoken by zebras, but it was an ancient one. Zecora learned many other languages, but she never remembered the one of her origin.
The things I'm telling you now are not completely irrelevant to my story. I just wanted you to know some background information before I move on to the story that would change your life forever. This is not a mere game.
Game! How silly of any pony to think of this as a mere game. This story will unravel Zecora's mysterious history. Before we can do that though, you need to read the first word of every paragraph.
TROLOLOLOLOL! Now that I have written the needed words I will need to milk out a 1000 worded story :(