Clyde, the Tower, and the Moon Princess.
Once upon a time, short manes were in at the court of Canterlot, and Princess Luna was having none of it, instead letting hers grow until it filled her room with its length. In the end, her mother got so fed up she banished Luna to a tall tower with neither door nor stair and but a small window to look out from.
Naturally, the local princes, knights, and lords made use of this opportunity to woo the Princess without the terrifying stare of her mother scrutinizing their every move. Each in turn crept up to the base of the tower and called:
“Oh Luna, my Luna! Let down your silken mane and let me up!”
And each time without fail came the response:
“LEAVE US ALONE: WE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!”
This went on for some time until who should come along but an eminently sensible earth pony named Clyde Pie the Cobbler. He took one look at the tower and went back to town, returning after dark with both saddlebags packed full.
Princess Luna was sitting groggily at the bare table in the center of her prison when she heard the clink of a grappling hook. She looked to the window just in time to find Clyde pulling his rope back up.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” Luna griped.
“Just thought you might want some coffee,” Clyde shrugged, producing several flasks from his saddlebags.
The Princess’s eyes lit up. What started with coffee soon turned into breakfast, then lunch, and several games of checkers besides.
Moral of the story: Prudent practicality procures the Princess.