Hello!
My name is T. I was the tiniest troll in village. Trolls are mean. It is the life of troll to be mean. It is how it is.
Then I found orange pony, and pony is not mean. Pony are nice. Orange pony shows me other ponies and I like ponies. The other trolls found out I like ponies, and trolls are mean. Trolls says I love pony so much, I go live with pony. I say I am troll not pony, they say "NO!" I go live with pony, I only return if I eat pony.
But I say I do not eat pony be-cause they are nice and not mean! So they tell me to leave.
Now I lives with with the ponies. The ponies are nice and teach T how to read and write and all about friend-ship. Purple, pink, orange, white, rainbow, and butter pony are all nice to T. Purple pony tells T to keep practice writing, so I practice writing.
I said "What do I write?" They say "What-ever I want."
T the tiniest troll writing what T wants.
It makes T very happy.
-T, the tiniest troll
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This story is a epistolary, "a story that is told through reading letters from characters to each other (or to someone else)." Thank AppleJinx for the word of the day.
Cover art by Conicer
Editing by alt-tap and Meeester
