To my husband, Corn Husk;
I’m not sure if you’re interested in Changelings, could you run that by me again?
Glad to hear you’re having fun, don’t have too much fun though, I don’t want you to forget about us down here! At this rate, you might not ever be coming home, just hanging out up in the Changeling Kingdom without giving a thought to your wife and children.
Regardless, it’s always nice to have fun on your job. I have fun as a teacher, too. Celestia knows I have to because of the outstanding pay I get. Thank goodness the year’s almost over.
Referring back to your Changeling ideas. Historically, there hasn’t really been much research done, and most ponies who are brave enough to approach the badlands never come back. I always wonder where Chrysalis keeps all her victims. Does she catch them in a web? Stockpile them somewhere? Burn the bodies? Don’t know how’d she burn them considering Changelings are technologically inferior to us. They might have lighters, but I’ve never read about Changelings committing arson. Mainly, they just live off of the scraps of love everypony else throws at them. There’s not even any information concerning whether Changelings are vicious by nature, or if growing up with ponies, they generally shed their Changeling forms entirely. Like you said, they might even be among us, but committing no harm.
Unfortunately, further study on Changelings probably won’t be possible. I mean, we’ve had a couple of newsworthy reformations in the past few years, notably antagonists like Discord and Starlight Glimmer.
Regardless, your admiration for Changelings is really cute. I’ll take a trip down to Golden Oaks Library (in name only, sadly) and see if Sir Spike and Princess Twilight have anything for us. I’ll try to study over the books with Jack, again, if we can find any.
So, I see you’re still putting song lyrics in your letters, and you’re going to keep doing that. Unless that song is something like P.S. I Love You, I’m going to grow very annoyed. You’re impossible to outright hate though, Corny.
About your idea of fun, yeah, I’ll take you up on it. When you get back, if I’m still here, promise.
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The kids walked in and accidentally read that, Jack backed away slowly. Sparky was unfazed, which concerns me. You didn’t teach that girl any terrible things did you? Well, I’m sure they would’ve found out on their own, if we didn’t say anything.
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Sparky has said “Tough girls aren’t afraid of anything,” Celestia help that girl. Please keep her away from unsupervised BASE jumping.
Anyways, yeah, the kids are doing great. Can’t say anything I haven’t said, but they aren’t sad. In fact, they seem quite happy, maybe I should ask them how they feel. I’m sure they all feel the way I do, which I’m sure you’re well-aware at this point.
The job’s doing well. Got your paycheck in the mail the other day, enclosed a few dollars in this letter if you want to go to those restaurants again. I also sure hope you had money, because I neglected to send any.
But seriously Corny? Your flippant disregard for any hereditary health problems I may have or have in the future makes me a little mad. It’s hard to stay angry at you, but let this be a warning. Please pay more attention to my health in the future, or there will be words. There will be several words when you get back. This is a real thing, and yes, my mother is still alive, but that’s because she takes every precaution. I don’t. She’s also constantly paranoid that she might get a brain tumor at any second, because those things develop remarkably quickly.
Despite all this, I haven’t taken the time to research any symptoms. I mean, I’ll be doing Changelings first, but the symptoms will probably be afterwards. I’m sure I’ll live long enough to do that, Corn Husk.
I still very much enjoy teaching. The finals are in a couple weeks for the history classes at the high school. I try to make them doable, but they aren’t easy. I’ve encouraged many students, Jack and Sparky included, to study. I know Jack does, Sparky might. I’ve never seen Sparky study, but I’ll trust she does.
When you left for a sanction, you neglected to mention how much of a hoofull Sparky is. That’s one child that can be tiring. More bark than bite, but she bites like a hydra. At least she still loves us deep in her heart. She’d fit right into the military, let me tell you.
As mentioned, I’ll be working with Jack on Changelings, and get back to you there.
Also, dear Celestia, Corny. You call me Chrissy in public. At least I have the tendency to call you Boot Camp when mentioning you to my friends. But seriously, just call me Crystal or offhandedly mention your wife. My parents weren’t exactly the most creative at naming a Crystal Pony.
Also, if you do call me Chrissy in public regardless of what I say, at least mention that to your squadron (you seem to, but that one guy...). Especially if you mention the children. I do not want ponies thinking you had sexual relations with a bug.
A more important note, why the heck do people call our Changeling Kingdom’s ruler by a nickname? Does she hate it or something? Please get back to me.
Anyways, as per the course. Hope that other Changeling infiltration went well, but the comical image I got in my mind of your fellow Royal Guards hiding behind two large back ones is too good to pass up.
Same questions, and please do tell me about the recent infiltration. Also, don’t act too happy, I want to at least have confidence that you aren’t having more fun there than you do at home.
With all love and affection;
Chrissy
PS:
Please see the enclosed money, hope you enjoyed that Sunbucks and Hayburger.