Dear Twilight Sparkle:
Yes, you paid Fax Machine to take care of your owl. Pretty dumb if you ask me. But then again, I guess you're just a unicorn. Not that you'll have to worry about that for too long.
Oh, don't mind me. I'm just thinking out loud.
Anyway, if you don't want him around, you could always give him to me. It would give me a great way to deal with crystal pony dissenters. After all, they're rather hard to crush up in rainbow factories.
So, let's talk about your visit. You were trying to convince the inspector that the next Equestrian Hunger Games should be held in the Crystal Empire, right? So I guess that you'd be trying extremely hard to get the inspector to have a good first impression?
Or maybe you're actually trying to screw Cadance over?
I mean, let's be honest. That tour you and your friends gave was so blatantly varnished, rehearsed, and biased, that anypony with half a brain cell would instantly have noticed something fishy. Given the kind of pony that you are, I guess you were doing this deliberately in order to prevent the Dragon Chow ponies from getting their chance to show off their shiny city to the world.
Of course, you just had to give that tour to a pony with no brain cells whatsoever. And she gave it to the inspector. Of course, the fact that you had abandoned an important government pony right when you were supposed to pick her up would almost certainly have destroyed any chance Crystal Methville would have had of hosting the Equestrian Hunger Games. So, really, you had two simultaneous events that could prevent Cadance from ever having anypony's respect ever again.
But unfortunately, you never passed any of your math classes, and so you never understood that negatives multiplied by negatives always give a positive outcome. And so, while either one of those events could have prevented Crystal Methville from hosting the games, together they ensured that the games will take place right there.
Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Your eternally varnishing, rehearsing, and biasing former teacher, Princess Celestia
P.S.: I'm honestly surprised you haven't had Cadance locked up in one of those underground mines and married Francis or whatever your brother's name is.
P.P.S.: That porcupine manestyle would be totally killer. I think we should have some of the tributes- I mean athletes- wear it.