“Happy Thanksgiving, everypony!” Pinkie Pie placed the cake on the table and beamed at the ponies around her. Apples and Pies alike looked towards the cake, many eager to eat it. This was her favorite part of the holidays: being surrounded by her best friends and family.
 
Applejack stood up. “How ‘bout we go around and tell everypony what y’all are thankful for? Us Apples do it every year!”
 
And so they did. Starting with Applejack, each pony gave their own little speech of thankfulness, some longer than others. The warmth of family seemed to radiate throughout the room. Then, at last, Pinkie began cutting the cake, and it was time to eat.
 
”You know, Little Bird,” Ambrosia whispered in Hawk Eye’s ear. “We don’t need dinner with you here…”
 
”Wha-Ambi?” Hawk looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, Ambrosia leaned in, thrusting his tongue down his coltfriend’s throat while leaning him into the table. Before they knew it, they were lost in each other.
 
Limestone Pie wasn’t too distracted by her dinner to not notice them. Whipping her head around, she glared at them. “Hawk! What the buck are you doing?? And you too, Turq!” She turned her glare to her daughter across the table.
 
”I bet you 50 bits I can destroy you at hoof-wrestling! Then we’ll see who’s really the strongest!” Turquoise Edge shouted, thrusting her hoof at Big Macintosh. “What are you, a weakling?”
 
”Um,” Big Mac gulped. “Eenope…”
 
By that time, Ambrosia and Hawk had slithered themselves up onto the table, still lost in their makeout session. During a particularly…pleasurable moment, Hawk jerked and they rolled over…right into the cake.
 
”Nooo!” Pinkie screamed. “The cake! I worked hard on that!”
 
Seething, Limestone scolded her son. “Hawk! You’re grounded!”
 
Applejack watched the scene before her as it descended into chaos. Rubbing her temples, she muttered, “Mel, fer the love of Celestia…don’t marry into this family.”
 
Mel looked upon the scene as well. She accidentally locked eyes with Turq for a split second, as she continued harassing her uncle. Breaking out in a sweat, she muttered shakily, “N-no Ma, Ah won’t…”