//------------------------------// // Friendship is Freedom, Part 1 // Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess // by Tired Old Man //------------------------------// My faithful student, I appreciate your concerns about the Summer Sun celebration, but seriously, what makes you think I didn't know about this? I know when I sent my sister to the moon, so the fact that you assume I don't by bringing this up insults me on a rather surprising level. Twilight, who do you think cleared that information to be put in that book in the first place: me, or Starswirl? Because it's hard to believe somepony just pulled it out of their arse on a whim... unless they did, which is crazy coincidental. Either way, I know of this all the same. I do not have the spotty memory of janitor Jenkins. Yes, I'm busy, but that doesn't mean my memory is garbage. You speak to a ruler over a millenium old; you would do well to remember this fact instead of jumping to conclusions like you always do. Oh, and I'm booting you out of the castle indefinitely while I sort out this prophecy you felt the need to remind me of. You know, for... safety reasons. You'll go to Ponyville for your stay; I've already made the suitable arrangements with Mayor Mare. It's a treehouse. So go on out there. Make some friends, learn how the world works outside of books, and for the love of the greater Gods, save your letters for matters of importance I'm NOT aware of. This fire-resistant ink isn't cheap. Love, Princess Celestia P.S. Could you please let Spike know that he left his eggshell in my closet... again?