Ralphie: *Walking with Flick, and Schwartz to school*
Flick: You wanna know what I got my old stallion for christmas?
Schwartz: What?
Flick: A flower that squirts water. If a mare goes to sniff it, they get squirted on.
Schwartz: Oh, cool. I got my father-
Scut: *Hanging upside down from monkey bars* RAAHH!!
Ralphie, Flick, and Schwartz: *Gets scared*

Gee, ordinarily when somepony wants your attention they would just say hi. It wasn't that way with Scut, and Grover.

Grover: *Points at Ralphie* Get over here!
Ralphie: Who, me?
Grover: Yeah you, get over here!
Ralphie: I can't Grover. I need to see Ms. Shields.
Schwartz: Yeah, me too. *Runs with Ralphie*
Grover: Hey come here!!
Flick: *Hears the bell ring*
Scut: You. Come here.
Flick: Who me?
Grover: Nah, you're aunt. Yeah you, get over here!!

I left Flick to certain annihilation. But BB gun mania knows no loyalty.

Flick: uncle uncle uncle uncle.
Scut: *Twists Flick's arm*
Flick: UNCLE!! UNCLE!!!

Later, he walked into the classroom with a black eye.

Ms. Shields: *Returning themes to students* I am handing all of your christmas themes to you. I'm pleased. In general, you did very well. However, I was dissapointed in some of the margins.

And now, time to see what Ms. Shields thought about my wonderful theme

Ralphie: *Opens theme, and sees that he got a C+*

C+? Oh no, it can't be!

Ralphie: C+?
Ms. Shields: *in Ralphie's fantasy, dressed as the Wicked Witch* C+! C+! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ralphie: *Sees a note on the theme*

Oh, no! "You'll shoot your eye out!"?

Ralphie: Oh, no!

My mother must have gotten to Ms. Shields! There could be no other explanation!

Miss Shields, Mother: *In Ralphie's fantasy, Miss Shields is dressed as the Wicked Witch and Ralphie's mother as a jester* "You'll shoot your eye out! You'll shoot your eye out! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Was there no end to this conspiracy of irrational prejudice against Red Ryder and his peacemaker? I was surrounded by happy ponies that were going to get what they asked for Christmas.

After school, I was still upset about the bad grade, so I went into this small yard with a few scrap cars. Then, all of a sudden...

Ralphie: *Gets hit by a snowball, and takes his glasses off to clean them*
Scut, and Grover: *Laughing*
Grover: Hey four eyes. How did you like the snowball sandwich? Maybe you'd like another one.
Scut: *Points at Ralphie* Listen jerk! When I tell you to come, you better come!
Ralphie: *About to cry*
Scut: What? Are you gonna cry now? Come on, cry baby. Cry!

With all of the taunting Scut was making towards me, I began to feel a small flame begin to grow inside of me.

Scut: Cry!!!
Ralphie: *Gets very angry, and runs towards Scut* RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Scut: *Surprised*
Ralphie: *Knocks Scut down, and lays on him as he punches his face*
Grover: Hey!

Then something happened. A fuse blew, and I was going out of my mind.

Grover: *Goes towards Ralphie* Hey! Hey kid!
Ralphie: *Pushes Grover, and continues punching Scut*
Grover: I'm telling my dad! *Runs away*
Colts, and Fillies: *Watching fight from behind a fence*
Randy, Flick, and Schwartz: *Running towards Ralphie*
Schwartz: Yeah Ralph!
Flick: Beat him up!
Randy: *Looks at Ralphie's glasses on the ground*
Ralphie: *Chokes Scut, and slams his head into the ground* You morten no good, thwarten snobben, flashkabab!!
Ponies: *Listening to Ralphie* Whoa. Did you hear what he said?

I have since heard of ponies under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed.

Randy: *Bringing Mother towards Ralphie*
Scut: *Continues getting beat up* Mommy! Mommy!!
Flick: Ralphie, shh! Your mother is coming.
Mother: *Sees Ralphie choking Scut* Ralphie! *Goes to Ralphie, and tries to pull him off of Scut* RALPHIE!!
Ralphie: *Hits mother, and tries to get back at Scut*
Mother: RALPHIE!!
Ralphie: *Stops fighting, and stares at mother*
Mother: Ralphie?
Ralphie: *Cries*
Mother: Come on. We're going home. *Walks away with Randy, and Ralphie*
Scut: *Stands up, and sees blood coming from his nose*
Flick: Uh oh.
Scut: *Wipes blood from nose*

2 B Continued