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// Sometimes You're Not Looking For Trouble... 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Dear Pinkie Pie,

Congratulations on your newly-appointed position of Friendship Ambassador. Please do not use this status to spread your Pinkism cult—that’s already spreading fast enough as is without you abusing a position of international goodwill.

Now, I hate getting down to business like this, but once Twilight informed me of your new status, I had her request that you fill out a report on your actions and observations while on this diplomatic mission. There’s nothing I love more than having a paper trail to figure out who did what wrong during the visit, and how to further improve relations as a result of such a report. 

To that end, I respect your honesty in noting the circumstances surrounding your visit, and it’s quite clear Rutherford had a clod up his ass. He dragged his entire village along with his shoddy attempts to make their situation work while his fellow yaks and their children continued to freeze. It’s one thing to let stubborn adults like him sink into quicksand—it’s another when they drag others down with them.

I’m not exactly sure why you tried to help them make it work, however. Crafting snow-based foodstuffs like sandwiches and cakes that would be more edible on a summer beachside resort as opposed to the frosty mountains you were in? Humoring the soft and ultimately silent tone of snow music without even listening to an Ice-themed rap album?? Those are solutions that anypony would find absurd, like they’re trying too hard to make do with what’s available. I’m shocked you didn’t catch those immediately.

Regardless, you did take action at a reasonable time—you should’ve done it sooner at the frozen foods moment, but that’s my stance on it—and your solution, in all likelihood, was the best possible way you could have handled this delicate situation. Could it have gone worse? Oh, absolutely. There was certainly a chance Prince Rutherford would have rejected your aid considering you went behind his back and against his wishes to help his people. You were even fortunate that your act of kindness just so happened to coincide with how he only takes help given to him without asking. 

However, it would behoove you to know that this particular solution you chose will only work with the Yaks, and nopony else. I don’t want to see you going behind the backs of other, more normal leaders to help their people—that puts our friendship at risk far more than the Yaks on account of most of the leaders actually liking to give permission and actually asking for help when they’re in over their heads.

Unless for some reason they’re delusional, resistant to change and in complete denial of their situation. However, I’d like to think that unlike Rutherford, our other leaders have a little more wit than insisting on eating frozen spaghetti.

Yet for all that’s said and done, Yakyakistan relationships are still in good standing. I thank you for not burning this bridge.

Hoping your future visit to Griffonstone one day doesn’t end up dealing with birdbrains,

Princess Celestia

P.S. It wouldn’t kill you to be a bit more assertive in your ambassador duties, for future reference. Maybe ask Fluttershy on how to go about that proper instead of burying your head in a snow bed and eating snow cakes and basically guaranteeing you’re suffering an extended brain freeze.

Yes, I’m really recommending you go to Fluttershy for good assertiveness training. She really knows how to put her hoof down these days in a way that’s not pushing a cult agenda.