Letters from an Irritated Princess

by Tired Old Man


A Bird in the Hoof...

My diligent student,

I'm stopping by for a visit again. More specifically, I wish see all of your friends in one place. Why, you might ask?

Simple. I'd like to spend some time with them. Given that about half of your friendship reports were pretty much lessons they learned and you forwarded onto me like the world's friendliest soliciting chain letter, the least I can do is spend some time around them. You know, really judge their genuine qualities that you seem to admire about them.

Another thing is that outside of these letters, I hardly know any of them. Except Pinkie... and Rarity... and Rainbow Dash the book slayer... and Appleknack by proxy of Granny. So it's pretty much just Fluttershy I don't know that well yet. Huh.

Anyway, I'll be bringing Philomena with me. She's in the midst of molting, and when she's like this, she tends to be... difficult. So she'll be in the cage for the entirety of the visit. Who knows, maybe Fluttershy will get a kick out of her.

Assuming she knows what a Phoenix is, and what a molting one looks like. She does know, right? There's been plenty of time for her to study up on creatures she doesn't know by now, so the odds of her not knowing this bird are slim to none.

Buuut considering she didn't know what a Parasprite was, she should just ask Pinkie about Phoenixes. Pinkie's seen and pet her a few times already; I know when she does when Philomena smells like burnt sugar.

That said, don't touch her. Pinkie's learning that the hard way to this day. One day...

Maybe I should just leave her home, just in ca--wait, no. Luna.

I'd love to trust Luna with watching her, but Luna gets bored, and when she gets bored, she messes with my things. It's only by the good graces of the gods Philomena hasn't pecked her eye out yet.

So looks like my bird's coming with. Be a dear and let your friends know I'm coming by. And in case I haven't made this clear, I'll say it again:

Don't. Touch. My. Bird.

Love,

Princess Celestia