Author's note: This is going to be a short story, not planning to make it long, for 2 reasons,

1) I don't know how much rhyme I can write

2) I'm SUPER busy.

So don't expect updates too often, once a week at worst (hopefully). Also, this is going to be very dialogue-centric.


"Ah, Fluttershy, welcome to my home, Would you like to see my new garden gnome?"

"Actually Zecora, I've been wondering why you speak like in rhyme."

"Ah, so you want to know why,
I speak like this, my dear Fluttershy?
It's not a long story,
Not full of glory,
But if you still want to know,
I can put on a show,
So are you sure you want to hear,
Why I speak like this my dear?"

"Um, yes, if that's okay, I mean, I don't want to be a nuisance or anything..."

"Alright, here I go,
Into my tale, without woe.

When I was a young girl, eight, maybe nine,
My life was good, nice, just fine.
I had friends, we had fun,
playing all day, in the sun.

One day, I met another friend,
we had fun, to no end."

"What was she like Zecora?"

"She was a lovely unicorn girl,
and her mane, it had a nice little twirl,
But she wasn't accepted in our land,
Us zebras, we wouldn't give them a hand.

We were territorial, they were in our home,
We treated them as if they had a nasty syndrome.

For that, I am sorry,
That is unlike, the current me.

Anyway, this cute filly,
Her love of magic, it inspired me.

Not unlike your friend twilight,
I had a small bit of magic, to my delight."