Sprinkles journal February 11, 2012 these times are changing I slept all day woke up around the day break the sun baking Equestria like overcooked cookies soon it will be dark. Beneath my hooves this city screams like a Fluttershy when facing a mirror I wish she was still deadwood but these times are changing. Ahh Canterlot. Two days ago a joker died didn’t exactly hit the punchline either all I know is somepony knows why down there somepony knows. The dusk reeks of fancy foods and hatred how I miss Ponyville . I believe I shall take my exercise….the bakery.
Sprinkles journal February 13, 2012 on the ninth of February a joker died no matter how bad the joke was though I laughed. Somepony through her out a window and when she hit the ground her broken wings were driven into her obnoxious face. Nopony cares, nopony cares but me. Are they right is it futile a war is going to start and what’s another pony among foundations. They will all burn. So much to do so little time. I here Celestia is coming to Ponyville and I believe I have a rifle behind that old party cannon the time for action has come.