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// 10th November 
// Story: Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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2.15 PM

I have just returned from visiting a small crèche of little bitty baby Ponies while on one of my usual visits to Trottingham. Those little dears, they have such bright futures, bright eyes, and just overwhelming cuteness to the infinite degree.

But why won't they just shut up?

It's questions all day, all day questions and nothing but questions. I was just there for a social visit, but apparently that gives them the right to ask me for close private details about my personal life.

Apparently their top three questions are:

1. What is your favourite colour, Princess Celestia?

2. What is your favourite food, Princess Celestia?

3. Princess Celestia, my uncle likes to nuzzle me in my Cutie Mark area and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I haven't told anypony else. What do I do?

To which the answers are:

1. None of your business

2. None of your business

3. None of my business

Of course, though, in the interest of public perception. I didn't give those answers. I just said 'all colours' and 'all food' just to keep them guessing, and I sent my personal vanguard to nuzzle that little filly's uncle in his Cutie Mark area, see how he likes it.

I also visited my game grounds in Trottingham forests. I think somepony has been poaching my hens. This distresses me greatly, because I have fewer things to destroy now.

I will have to look into this sometime.