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// Chapter 6 
// Story: notes for Cranky D. Donkey 
// by Uncle Knot 
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Letter # 6 – 11,763
To: C.D. Donkey			C.C.: PC, BR, Z, FdL, BR, FP, AD, PdF, CotG
From: Sumponeigh Knot Yew

What an interesting snow globe  you have discovered in Manehatten; two brownstone apartments in a swirl of glittering snowflakes.  How wonderful that they match the location of our obese ‘friend’.  With a little bit of magic that I have infused them with you can monitor his movements without being observed.  I suppose this was your intent and I congratulate you on your initiative.  In many ways you surpass my abilities in these clandestine activities.  Green Street is too cunning an enemy to incarcerate with his knowledge.  The best way to neutralize him is to imprison him in his own paranoia.  

How do you like the wig?  I picked it to match you tail color, although the fashion today is something bright and golden.  By now you have noticed that time does not age me like you.  Consider it my curse, not a blessing.  I am well aware that the years tick by and time runs away from us in your quest to find your special some pony (or donkey).  I would devote more resources to this if I had not already assigned them.  

For now, I need you to venture into Baltimare and establish yourself there.  I believe you may find your Matilda there for this community has many donkeys, asses, and mules.  I also have an assignment in observation for you.  There is a strange object from some place distant and when I say distant, I mean to imply some place other than Equestria.  In addition the mysterious mirror we lost track of in Fillydelphia is again being used to filch the unsuspecting.  

As for this mysterious object, it seems nothing more than a toy.  You will find it in one of many auction houses or pawn shops.  If you can determine where it came from I would appreciate it.  It is a head on a stick, with a joker’s cap.  

Unfortunately I cannot determine the creature, I have seen similar toys with pony and donkey heads, but this creature defies identification.  I am concerned that it may somehow infect the realm with an alternate set of morals.  You may think me cautionary, but I have personal experience with varying realities.

I do not know if this will help with the mirror, but I noticed a reference to a Dr. Mez Mer and some unusual adjournment of sanity.  There are tails (pardon the pun) of ponies chasing themselves.  There were other instances of ponies trying to lay eggs, and some questionable accounts have voiced that they succeeded.  

While I can understand your desire to retire, do not abandon your quest for Matilda.  Remember you were confident that you were meant to be together.  This story is not over yet.  Even if you never find her, the quest of seeking her confirms that you love her.  As a loveless creature, myself, I envy you this opportunity.  Sincerely, Uncle Knot.