Perfect. Just perfect. Today's just been the most perfect day ever. I can hear Lyra's voice now. "But Bon Bon," she'd say, "how could today be absolutely perfect? I thought you hated Tuesdays!"
Well, I'm on the run from the Equestrian police because somepony hoofed me as a changeling, that seems pretty perfect. Nope, absolutely fine with that. Just PERFECT.
Heck, the only reason I haven't been caught yet is because I used to track down changelings for a living. Well, sort of a living. As much as I hate to admit it, Lyra made most of the money between the two of us, what with her bigshot lectures and all. If it wasn't for her, I would've been out on the street within a month.
But I suppose I oughtta back things up a bit. Y'know, introduce myself and all. It isn't like the cops don't already know who I am, so it wouldn't hurt to clear things up for anypony else who finds this. Get the formalities over with.
My name's Bon Bon. If you're finding this note (and it hasn't been moved), then the room you're standing in is mine. At least, it used to be. I was the head of our local CCAS (Civilian Changeling Alert Society) chapter, but I seriously doubt I still have that job, since, again, totally a changeling over here. I make pretty good candy. I used to do that for a living before Canterlot got targeted by the changelings. I made a lot more money at it, too, but I figured that tracking down changeling subversives was way more important than making candy.
Let's see, um... I can hold my breath for 90 seconds, my favorite color is blue... That's all the important stuff I can think of. Oh, and I live with a professor of Equestrian history. Although to be honest, I think she lowered the cost of my room just to be nice. We've known each other since we were foals, so when I said I was short on cash and about to get kicked out of my apartment, she pretty much just gave me the room for free. She raised the monthly rent a bit after that, but still.
Or I least, I used to live with her. Man, this whole on-the-run thing is going to take some getting used to. I'm gonna have to leave pretty soon, and the only reason I'm still here is because I wanted to finish this note.
I figure I've got about half an hour before the police get here, but Lyra deserves an explanation. So Lyra, if you're reading this: if you see my name in the papers under the "Wanted" section, I'm fine. Relatively speaking. Normally I'd be out clearing my name right about now, but the folks I saw asking around the market for me were government types. The shady, crazy kind. If they think they've caught a changeling, well, they won't stop until they've reeled 'em in.
And also: thank you. For everything. I don't know what I would have done without you.
-Bon Bon