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// When a Princess is Away, Her Horse Surrogate Will Play 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Dear Luna,

I noticed the sun rose about five hours earlier than it should have today. Every creature over at Mount Aris was fully thrown off by the surprise sunrise, including me, because now I only have less than an hour to practice for the weekly screeching competition.

I will keep this query brief: what happened in Equestria, sister? I need a good answer, and I need it ASAP.

Worried and Short on Time,

Celestia


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Dear Celestia,

If you’re looking for a reason why the sun was raised early, I have one.

Except it’s not good. At all. It’s so bad, it could only happen because of Sunny’s best shot at improvisation for an improvised play in celebration of a “onesversary” personal accomplishment that I swear sounds like that was made up right on the spot! I didn’t even know this was a thing until Rainbow Dash told me about it, and I’ll bet you don’t know a thing about what this is either.

Basically, it was to celebrate your 1111th anniversary of your very first raising of the sun. That’s it. It’s just happening because of a once-in-a-lifetime string of 1’s in the year that the Pink One kept track of, because of course she did.

And what kind of play do you get for such an occasion? A revisit to the first time you raised the sun long ago, delivered in less than five lines, not counting the time spent by Spike dealing with hecklers. Yes, there were hecklers. Yes, I am happy you were not here for that.

Sadly, I know very little about the backstage workings of the play, but there were multiple explosions at one point, followed by a big bang. I think whatever that was, or whatever was destroyed by the explosion, should have been the fake sun as opposed to the real one lifted for the play. You know, the one raised by Sunny and cut off my night by five hours, all just to make an incredibly short play an incredibly large success. I have simultaneously never been so frustrated in the pony populace and angered at the misuse of a celestial object as a stage prop, especially when I’m the one that said that’s a terrible idea for the Friendship Festival!

In case you can’t tell, I am miffed over this entire situation. I can’t even insist on having another play done for me because of a certain thousand-year banishment locking me out of that! Even a 111th anniversary pales in comparison, and what kind of story am I going to get?! My first moonrise? The first time I learned to dreamwalk? I DEMAND BALANCE, sister!

Which I will get, one way or another.

Respectfully Annoyed by Everything Right Now,

Luna

P.S. By the way, Sunny wanted to send you an apology letter covered in glue and sparkly glitter. She neither understands nor cares about the finite limits of both, and it turned into this massive shiny glue glob with a letter of apology buried somewhere inside.

Have fun with that!


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Dear Luna,

Good news, dear sister. I no longer need to practice.

The screeching will come naturally. You’re going to hear it. This, I guarantee.

Don’t Forget Your Earplugs,

Celestia