Celestia sat in her throne room, looking pensive, thoughtful, reading through a letter. She scowled as she read, her eyes narrowing, her lips pursed. She shook her head in disgust. This continued for quite some time, and the guard stood silent and still.
“What is this world coming to?” Celestia asked.
“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.” One guard said, breaking the usual stony silence.
Celestia leaned forward, looking down at her guard. “Things have been going so well, everything in life is peaceful, and then suddenly there is all manner of trouble in the world, without warning.” Celestia said, her voice troubled.
“Tell me about it. I know exactly what you mean. Life was going great and everything was wonderful, and then, suddenly, it wasn’t.” The guard said.
“Care to explain?” Celestia asked, glad to have found a chatty guard.
“Well…” he said slowly, “my mare is pregnant again. Our firstborn is the perfect foal. But our second born… Well, she was so perfect to start with, but now… Sheesh. Crankier than a constipated manticore.”
Celestia chuckled.
“Your Majesty?” The guard asked.
“Yes?” Celestia said.
“What makes a good foal go bad?”
“Zapple Dapple, I once asked myself that question. Tell me, how is Key Lime doing? She was so queasy the last time we spoke.”
The end. For now. Possibly. We’ll see.