//------------------------------// // Calling All Cuties // Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess // by Tired Old Man //------------------------------// Twilight Sparkle, Your friendship lesson gave me pause for thought. Magic is your thing, isn't it? It's the thing you withheld once before in front of your friends with the Ursa Minor incident. But it came out, and now your friendship is stronger because of it. A younger filly learned this lesson long before you did. Without magic, and if my understanding is correct, without a cutie mark. I... have no words to say. Truly, you've left me stunned and speechless that a small filly has a better idea of friendship than you did at that age. Granted, you were buried neck-deep into magic tomes and textbooks at my school, but there were other gifted unicorns there you could have made friends with, right? Except you didn't, and instead clung to me like a hungry leech in a swamp. And while I have taught you a great many things, friendship is something I cannot teach you. That is why you are there in Ponyville. To learn what that little filly did, and take it to become a better pony. You can do this; you must do this. Because the alternative is that I have to start over. And the candidates aren't up to your level. My current best pick is a filly who can blow snot bubbles and morph them into booger art. Provocative and intriguing, but disgusting art. Promise me you will learn something new next time. Please. Love, Princess Celestia Luna, why do you want to see that? Trust me, it's not worth it. Yes yes, I know I'm not the lord over your time, but I really do think you could spend it better doing anything but looking at mucus shaped into a tiger lily. FINE! If you insist, we can browse her gallery of nasal paintings too. Though I warn you now, she sometimes does fresh ones.