Dear Princess Celestia

by Jeez


Epilog: Good morning, mister Jet Set

The morning saw an eclectic group of ponies gathered around the entrance to one of the more expensive apartment buildings in Canterlot – the natural habitat of ponies who wanted to show off their money but didn't have money old enough to own a villa. Real estate was precious in this city.

Twilight Sparkle and her friends were there, as were a number of other special guests and a very chipper princess of the night. Also there were assorted assistants, helpers, performers, extras, camera crews and onlookers.

Luna was full of energy, having just risen from a long, restful sleep (which for her meant three hours). Just half a day ago she had instructed the castle staff to help her prepare for this and what she received was glorious. Ten centuries under her sister had prepared them for this kind of occasion and they went about the preparations like a well-oiled machine.

The media were informed – and involved. An award-winning director had been flown in. Floats had been prepared and the Wonderbolts Flying Band was ready to lead the parade. The only clouds in the sky were meticulously positioned to spell out a very special message. Every major band in Equestria had received an invitation to play on the three sound stages that had been erected throughout the city. All the right government officials were in all the right places. Speeches were prepared, rehearsed and deemed worthy. A song had been written just for this occasion. The fireworks were still being set up but weren't scheduled to go off until the evening anyway. Commenters' booths were hovering over concession stands. Complimentary tomatoes were being handed out. Somehow there even were Don't Tick The Princess Off Day decorations all over the town despite Luna not having officially created the holiday yet.

The director gave the sign. Six o' clock. Time to start. The appropriate doorbell was rung and everypony took their positions. Finally the door opened, revealing a confused-looking Jet Set. As the confetti started drifting to the ground and the cameras focused on him, he could only stare at the princess as she dropped a bucket of water in front of him and said:

"Scrub."