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// Sleepless Nights and Daydream Delights 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Dearest Scootaloo,

I am happy to see you have found a way to face your fears. Using your idol is both a creative and inspiring solution to squashing an imaginary fear from such a spooky tale. 

But not all fears you encounter shall be easily conquered with creative thinking. One does not simply conquer a fear of heights by never entering tall towers, just as a bird that fears flight never leaves the nest, or let someone else do the task instead so you don't have to. That does not truly solve your personal problem, even if it makes it go away--it will crop up again like a nasty weed, always.

As such, your solution to the fear you faced in your dream was actually indirect; with Rainbow's help, your fear was solved by someone else. You must understand that not every problem you face can be fixed by somepony else. 

That is not to say your friends' help is of no benefit, however. Friends, be they by your side or far away, can still lend you strength in unforeseeable ways. I'm certain they would think no less of you if you admitted your fears to them; rather, I believe they would try to help you however they can. They wouldn't be good friends otherwise.

However, there will be fears that you must face alone, and in such times where they occur, and while strength lent from friends helps, it is not enough to do everything for you. You must find strength within you to truly conquer them. 

If you don't, it will take hold, mold you into something you are not, and you will then find yourself less than what you were. Without friends, without a home... without family. Scootaloo, I implore thee: learn from the mistake of a foolish mare made long ago, for if you do not conquer your fears, they will conquer you.

Sleep well, Scootaloo, and may your dreams be as glorious as the bright blue skies you dream of flying one day.

Wishing you well,

Princess Luna

P.S. Teatime with you in your dreams afterward was a delight, and I'd love to do it again sometime.

Oh, evening Celestia. What brings you to my room?

Bill is stolen? You mean this quill right here? He's been with me for the past hour or so, why?

No, Tia, I just borrowed him for a moment so I could write this letter to a child having nightmares. Did I do something wrong?

Fine, I'll ask next time when you're not busy in the bathroom. I heard you giggling in the there when I took the quill. I know what's going down.

Why, your super sudsy bubble bath, of course! What else could it be--