if not for the bits of it they found scattered across the tri-county area for the next few days. It was hilarious.
Now that I've gotten through the critically important news, Princess, how are you? I find myself in an exceptional mood this week for reasons I will not deign to share, but that certainly have nothing to do with a gradual infiltration of your banking system and slow seizure of the basic mechanisms of inflation and state lending. Not that I would confirm if I was or was not doing that, but if I was it would not be the reason for my happiness, which it isn't. But: for once, I actually feel like wishing you well. What do ponies even write in these things, anyway? I've never seen any great value in small talk. Oh, whatever. Send some of that fluff I know you're so good at, and I may even read it.
Yours in good feeling,
Queen Chrysalis
P.S. I do hope you enjoy the salad. I made it myself.
P.P.S. Don't eat the letter. This ink hasn't been tested for pony consumption.