A Box and A Ball

by Jake Witt

Letter to Celestia

"Red Barron, down! Red Barron, down!"

"Sorry, I think you got the wrong time period. I'm Wilbur Wright."

"Red Barron down? This looks like a job for Superman... In a biplane!"

"I'm not down! My arch rival Snoopy is downed!"

I need more friends. I unfold my incomplete origami World War II flying Ace Snoopy and write my letter.

Letter. To: Celestia

Dear Princess,
I am sorry for your loss. Not to be rude but... What do you want?
You send guards or guard to take shifts free loading in my house just to write to me. Oh, and I never run out of paper.
If you want my opinion, make a Holiday about her defeat. I know you might be thinking this is a random thing to say.
Your subjects are doing it for you as well as spread spreading rumors about an evil you.

Anyway, I have nothing to do and I'm going outside today... Can I join you for tea?

End Letter.

I fold the paper back into Snoopy and use the last of my preindustrial era crayon to color him. I toss him into the fire place as a *FWOOSH* of flame send him to the castle. As I walk towards the door, a picture of me and Jake is hung on the wall caught my attention.

"You are my pony. I'm no phony when I say being with you makes me feel more than just a Brony. You are my best friend and I will never replace you for anything!" - Jake.

I remember him calling me Box before he left, interesting nickname and... Being the one who named me PJ, I think I will keep it. If I keep the name "PJ" much longer I might go crazy. I don't want to think of him... Not now.

Author's Note:

If I said 'I regret writing to her', I would be lying. It was worth it. - Box