To my merciful and compassionate Princess Celestia, in the 251st YR, my 3,000th letter
Events in my latest dragon egg hunt have been compromised by tumultuous events over the sea. As I reported earlier the conflict between the Hoofburgs and Bonbon royal families have found new intemperance over the mob. The hapless control over events that the common pony must endure only confirms that yea are the exception in wisdom, empathy, and justice; not the rule. Alas, my sympathy for the common pony is probably an expression of the discomforts I must endure as I travel about, but I doubt that is the full measure of my concern.
The country side is full of rogues and scoundrels, seeking outrageous fortune and committing crimes of murderous intent. How any pony can with stand the assaults of despair and poverty challenges my imagination. True, there are epiphanies of music and art, but they do little except color the social depravity a moldy decaying brown as one would find in a sewer. I may seem a bit cynical, but I recently became, by no fault of my own, the victim of one such a rogue’s affront.
The offender, Casanova , a pony of dubious character and intent, poisoned, thru his malicious lies, the Bonbon royal family against my search. Fortunately I found refuge in Huffington for a time, and a time and a half. There I heard that Casanova had made his fortune thru his sponsorship of a lottery, with proceeds to benefit the Bonbon estate. Raising funds for an embattled royal family is a noble cause, but his other romantically bankrupt activities earn him a place in the halls of infamy.
Beware Casanova’s smooth tongue for even I found the turning of a phase such as this “I decided to put myself in a position where I need no longer go without the necessities of life: and what those necessities were for me no one could judge better than me” attractive. I find no fault in his argument “my pride does not come from my having succeeded, for luck had a good deal to do with that; it comes from my having concluded that the thing could be done and having had the courage to undertake it”.
Indeed, I too came to the conclusion that something could be done, and I resumed my quest for dragon eggs. Disregarding previous repositories, I paid special attention to old mare’s tales and the chit chat of gypsy fires. Following leads, these took me to obscure places, dark places, and some places certainly without prospect. However, in the midst of this despair, I found hope, light and new bearings. It was also here that I found, what I would call, an exceptional egg. When it arrives at the magic academy, it may not look like much, but my sub conscious whispers of a blue dragon with lighting breath. Save it for someone special, in the manner I have instructed before.
I have also been warmly welcome in the City of Music, the great powers and royal families may have seen the exhaustion of their vain efforts. A prince of some talent, Netternick, has graciously accepted my assistance to insure a more stable future for all concerned. This could issue in a period of peace and contentment to replace many years of tribulation and upheaval.
As always, with generosity, loyalty, kindness, humor, and trustworthiness, Sum-po-neigh Knot Yew.