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This was unheard of for him; Someone actually caring about him. She did ask if he was ok, and alot of other questions. The teacher did seem genuinely concerned. The stallion's droopy eyes and tense face transformed into a little smirk. The stallion looked away, coughed, and turned back.

"The deed is dressing up as a pony in a red suit and giving away these candies.", the stallion said. The teacher raised her brow with confusion, but her face almost immediately looked flabbergasted.

"You are the Hearth's Warming Eve candy pony?", the teacher said with a grin.

"I suppose so.", said the stallion in an uninterested tone. He took another bite of his hay sandwich.

"I hope you know what you do is very nice. It makes alot of ponies happier than they already are.", the teacher said.

The stallion quickly consumed the rest of the sandwich and sipped all the apple-juice from the little juice box in mere seconds.

"You must have been hungry. There are alot of things to live for, and what you do is worth living for. Hey, maybe we could get Mayor Mare to get a home made for you! We could get you awards and recognition, food, and other things." the teacher said.

"I do not think i deserve praise for what i do. If i died, surely another stallion would take my place very easily. You do not understand how meaningless and distraught i am. If i end it now, i do not have to get attached to people, i do not have to know my death carries some kind of weight. Just leave me in the cold, and enjoy this year's Hearth's Warming Eve.", the stallion stated.

The stallion got up from the seat he was sitting on and went out the door. The teacher looked at him with a sad and surprised face.

"No wait! Don't go!". The teachers words echoed through the empty classroom, reminding her she had been too late. The teacher began to feel a strong feeling in her throat. The teacher trotted outside as fast as she could, and tried to return to where the stallion was. All she discovered was snow and hoof prints leading a lot of different ways, so many it would be hard to try to follow them all. Tears trickled down her face, and the teacher tried to close her eyes and hold it in. She somehow felt guilty for the stallion's decision, and has now become emotionally involved.

She did not want this stallion who made people happy to just die. She could not bear the thought. She imagined the stallion in the suit, hanging from a noose atop a clock tower with screaming and crying bystanders from below. She knew she could restore some kind of will to live inside of the stallion. Somehow, a stallion who she barely knew and just met, was just as important as one of her students. The teacher then noticed a young and dirty looking colt wearing a straw hat laying against a wall.

"Have you seen a stallion here recently? He is blue, he has this-", the teacher was suddenly interrupted.

"Lady, i was recently sleeping, so i could not have saw this stallion you seek. Go along now.", said the colt in a calm and humble tone.

The teacher closed her eyes and breathed in, trying hard not to cry.

It was only two weeks until Hearth's Warming Eve.

Decorations, snow, happy faces, tons of anticipation, and the songs ringing in the air all indicated the joy the ponies felt about being so close to Hearth's Warming Eve. One mare was not so happy. It was not because she hated the holiday. She did not dislike the cold, nor did she hold a grudge with anyone. She was now looking everywhere for the stallion. Her mind ached as every day passed, and she would become more worried and worried. She did not want the stallion to kill himself, she did not want the stallion to go. She knew deep inside her that she needed to help this stallion.

Cheerlie walked along sidewalks, dirt paths, and even more. She then came across a big box near sugar cube corner. Her face lit up with happiness. She quickly unturned the flaps of the box, revealing the stallion resting next to an empty bottle of beer and a sack that had spilt candies all over the box. Cheerlie sighed a sigh of relief because she knew the stallion was ok. Cheerlie stared at the stallion, not knowing what to do next. She then tried to wake the stallion up. Cheerlie shook the stallion lightly, but to no avail. The stallion rolled over onto one of the candies, and his eye opened immediately. He sat up and rubbed his back, then rubbed his head, giving a sort of painful groan throughout his actions.