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Canterlot courthouse was old. The interior was dreary and bland. The walls were grey sheer, unfriendly, charcoal-grey edifices to the cold, hard, reality of the legal system. The furnishings were spartan and utilitarian the gallery filled with plain, nondescript wooden benches, as simple and ordinary as the dusty, faded tile of the floor. The judge's bench was tall and imposing, yet still bleak and hardly interesting. It was flanked on either side by the witness stand and the court reporter's table. The jury box sat to one side, another plain structure with space enough for twenty ponies to stand. The courtroom, through all its muted grey and brown tones, stood in direct contrast to its occupants. Filling the gallery and the jury box was a sea of brightly-colored ponies one of the largest crowds the venerable structure had seen in its many years of existence.
The courthouse was certainly old, boring, and somewhat decrepit, very unlike the other, more elega
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A cute little unicorn filly, short and stout,
took extra special care in blowing her candles out.
Six of them, she counted; one for every year.
She looked up at her family, each one she held dear.
"I did it," she spoke with a grin, "I blew them all out!"
"So you did," her aunt spoke, and dabbed some cream on her snout.
The filly wriggled her nose at the cream, her eyes crossing to see.
But then licked it all up while letting out a squeal of glee.
Her mother strode forward, holding a box,
her magic making her as strong as an ox.
The box looked bigger than the filly ever did see,
and she stared at it in wonder to ask "Is this for me?"
At the nod of her kin, she tore into the box that was there,
eagerly sending ribbon and paper flying absolutely everywhere.
The scraps fell on her aunt, her uncle, her nephew and niece,
her sister, her mother, her father, each got a piece.
When she was finally finished, the wrap