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// Story: Lesbian Sheep Syndrome 
// by SilverNotes 
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Dear Garrett and Georgina,

I hope this letter finds you well, and I apologise that this is the first time I'm writing you. Finding my hoofing in Equestria has taken up a lot of time, and it feels like the last year has flown by without much chance to land and catch my breath. Applejack mentioned that she'd written you, and I can't thank you enough for the glowing reference. 

That also means you already know the good news, that I found a farm to work for that has sheepfolk! It's a small flock, because she only has so much land to host them on. The majority of the real estate is apple trees and a few other crops, and she also has cattlefolk and pigfolk claiming their own spaces. I don't mind, though, since fewer sheep means more time to get to know them as individuals. 

There's a pair of ewes, Dolly and Fleeca, who I'm especially attached to. They're a couple, and just this year they've adopted one of Dolly's sister's lambs. She had three a couple of months ago, and one of them got sick, so the poor thing needed a little extra care, and the two of them stepped in to help. The little guy's doing a lot better, now. They named him Shaun.

Speaking of flocks, I hope all's well with yours, and all's going well training the new puppy. I passed on what I could before I left, and I know the old boy still has a couple of years in him to show her the ropes.

I hope Greta's doing well, too. I know that leaving for schooling was a hard choice to make, but I'm proud of her for taking the opportunity.

I miss her. And little Gracie. I miss all of you, every day.

I'm still not sure if I belong in Equestria. The ponies here are almost like a whole new species. They aren't like what I expected. One of the pegasi in town does speak a bit of Griff, which would be nice, but she's also insane. She regularly straps a magic flying machine on a tortoise. There's an alicorn running the town library, too. I think I narrowly avoided being sent to the moon once already for accidentally damaging a book.

I still have dreams about the cloud demon

It's still hard to sleep sometimes

I still feel like I'm going to mess this up

I hope I get the chance to visit you all soon. Maybe this summer I can come out and see you, while Greta's home on break? I'd love a chance to catch up, and a letter doesn't feel like the right medium to tell you everything that's gone on. I'd rather tell you all in person.

Best Wishes,
Lamb Chop