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A wonderful Hearth's Warming Eve was only a few weeks away. The ponies were playing in the snow, hanging decor, and singing all over. One stallion was not so happy. It was not because he hated the holiday. He did not dislike the cold, nor did he hold a grudge with anyone. Even he would do something nice each year, even in his peculiar state. He would dress up in a red suit with a buckle, put on a beard, and wear a red hat that had a fuzzy little pom pom at the tip of its pointed end. He then would start to give everypony these delicious little candies. They were wrapped in wrapping paper, and contained a little, hard, orange, and smooth candy. It tasted like cherry and pineapple. They were very delicious. Everypony enjoyed them, and would always anticipate the stallion's arrival.

This year was going to be no different.

The blue stallion was sitting outside of his box, staring at everypony. He grabbed his bottle of beer and took a slight sip from it. He laid the bottle on the ground, and it fell over, releasing the liquid into the snow. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, took a cigarette out of the container, put the container in his box, and lit it up. He started to smoke the cigarette. A filly came by the stallion. "Isn't that bad for you?" the filly questioned. The stallion did not notice the filly at first. He turned his head at the filly and responded with,

"Yeah", in a sort of sad voice.

"Well if it is bad for you, why do you still do it?", the filly said.

The stallion looked at the filly, and then at the sky. "Because it numbs the pain."

The filly was quick to respond. "If you are in pain, couldn't you just go to the doctor?"

The stallion thought for a moment. "It is a type of pain that can not be fixed."

The filly stared at the stallion, and then went away. He threw his cigarette at the ground, and then climbed inside of the big cardboard box, and closed the flaps. He was cold, and shivering. The stallion was thinking very hard about a decision. He was going to kill himself after he gave everypony the candies. He did not touch the sack containing the candies all year, as always, even if he was very hungry. What would be an even more hard and devastating decision to most would only take a few seconds for this stallion to decide. He knew that there was no afterlife, and that if he kept living, he would just be in more pain as he grew older.

He would have just ended it now if there were not people who cared for him. He knew that the ponies did not even really care about the stallion himself, just the jolly man who would give candies to people. The stallion had promises to keep, bases to cover, and he did not want himself to be not known at all. At least he would do something that was good, even if it did not directly benefit towards himself. Tears started to roll down his cheeks, even though he did not fear death anymore. If anything, he anticipated it. This is what his whole life has been leading up to. The last Hearth's Warming Eve for him, and the last of the jolly man who would come to bring candy. He had to make this spectacular, wonderful, and amazing. He would try to the best of his ability.

He wiped his tears, and climbed outside of the box. The filly was back, but there were others. The stallion examined all of them, and the ponies gave him a confused look.

"He was just sitting there Ms. Cheerlie, he was drinking and smoking,and he said he was in an incurable pain, we have to help him, come on!"

The teacher began to speak, "Who are you? Do you need any help?"

It then hit the stallion; he did not know who he was. He was never called a name by anyone. The only person who had really called him a name was his past caretaker, now deceased. He thought very hard, and gave a blank stare. He remembered the caretakers name, Saint O' Harre.

"I am Saint. Leave me here, i am fine.", the stallion said.

"Are you sure? You do not look well at all. Would you like anything to eat, Mr. Saint?", the teacher responded.

The stallion knew he was hungry, but that was a normal feeling. He did enjoy eating, even though he almost never had anything to eat. At the most, he would find two pieces of bread and a some water. He would usually rob this one pony's house of one bottle of alcohol and a cigarette case every week. The pony he would rob would get suspicious if he stole anything else or anything more. He did not like stealing, but it was something he had to do to numb the pain. Sometimes the pony would leave some unswept scraps on the floor, or maybe some leftovers sitting at the table.

"I would like some food, please.", the stallion said in an excited manner.

The stallion began to climb out of the box completely, and landed his hooves on the snow. The teacher lead the stallion into her classroom. A bell rung, and the fillies and colts rushed out of the door with smiles on their faces, and three fillies gave a salutation to the teacher. The teacher waved back at them and gave them a goodbye. She then turned towards the stallion.

"What are you doing on the streets at a time like this? The conditions are dangerous! Why haven't you tried to get anypony's help?".

The teacher's concerned tone was very jarring for the stallion. She handed the stallion an apple and a hay sandwich, along with a carton of apple juice.

The stallion simply said, "I only have one purpose, and once i do that one thing, i can leave."

"Doesn't your family worry about you?", the teacher said.

"I do not have a family. I do not think anybody would care about me or my passing. But i am not going to go until i fulfill my last and only deed."

"That is horrible! I am not going to let you go. I can help you. I know for sure somepony has to care about you. Can you also please tell me about this, "deed", you keep mentioning?", the teacher said.

The stallion consumed the apple and started to eat his sandwich. He looked the teacher in the eyes.