Sweetie Belle's notebook flipped over to a new page.
Twilight wallowed lazily in the warm mud. A moment later, a familiar claw gripped her horn.
"Spike!" she exclaimed. "What's the news?"
"Well, Flutters is still hibernating in her cave, and it's Rainbow's burning time."
Twilight nodded, and he hopped further up.
"Jack's practicing for her poker tournament, Rare's playing with the band, and Pink's up to her usual mischief."
"And the herd?"
"All's quiet. I think Celestia's stuck her head too high in the clouds this time."
Twilight chuckled. "You may be right. My shoulder's itching like crazy, too. Can you get that?"
Her quill floated and started to write.
Dear Regent Celestia,
I'm not sure what all this about dimensional anomalies was, but I can be certain everything here is exactly the same as it always has been.
Your faithful student, Twilight.
She sighed as Spike dug into her thick hide with his beak. Life was good.