Madam Glacier's Unusual Gift
You've read the tale of the self proclaimed adopted child of Wylla being the best at getting their mother a gift. Unfortunately when it comes to other ponies, they are not. Take Madam Glacier for instance. Allow me to tell you in rhyme.
Year one, this child so young, wished for greatness and aimed for arts and crafts. It was not their calling, into darkness they went falling, when all they could give were twelve tiny burnt drafts.
Year two is when they knew, they'd get to start fresh. Unaware of a guest, an unwanted great pest, all they managed to give was burnt flesh.
Now year three, it was the worst you see, for poor Charcoal was abandoned once more. Their rage a burning fire, created one great pyre, the gift of watching them was rather an unfortunate chore.
Then came year four, once again Charcoal was sent through the door, dripping wet from the rain. They were used to this feeling, and quite tired of kneeling, po