9.00 AM
The morning report from Trottingham has come in. It appears my guards have been befuddled by a specific Earth Pony who poaches captive animals from my grounds and sets them free into the wild. He has been described as being clad in green, and he appears to be extremely proficient with the use of a haunch-mounted, automatic compound bow.
I mean, gee. My guards have... nothing, really. I should arm them.
According to the report, the guards had him cornered against the inner perimeter of the killing fields, and he had managed to escape by jumping neatly over the 10-meter-tall electrified border fence.
He had also managed to steal the guards' personal bitsacks from their belts, and was last heard running off to the direction of the nearby Deerwood Forest yelling, "Cheese it, the feds!"
My guards report that despite his great agility, they assure me that he is merely an Earth Pony and not a Pegasus. Being that my guards are Pegasus Ponies, I wondered why they didn't simply just give chase.
They had said then that they were shortly rendered unconscious a moment later by unseen forces. When they awoke there was naught but a broken arrow laying beside them.
They have been replaced with more vicious guards hoof-picked personally from my vanguard team.