• Published 24th Jan 2015
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Letters from an Irritated Princess - Tired Old Man



Celestia writes some blunt letters to her faithful student and friends.

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Broken Hearts and Hooves

Mayor Mare,

I need to confirm something. According to your report, an entire house was pulled clean off its foundation, a massive hole was found dug out near a road with a mattress in it, and a pile of destroyed furniture sat nearby with a paper sign saying "free junk" on top of all of it.

This sounds like a divorce gone bad with a jilted spouse taking "'Til death do us part" way too seriously. Either that, or it's Hearts and Hooves Day. Probably both.

Gods, this holiday. I swear it just exists to make singles feel awful about themselves by celebrating couples and their mushy habits of loving each other. Are anniversaries and birthdays not enough? Do Father's and Mother's Day not show enough appreciation? Do we truly need a day dedicated to love when love shouldn't be forced onto us this way?

I digress. Day court today saw fit to grace me with some bold stallions and mares asking me for advice on how to woo the special somepony of their heart's desires, and even going so far as to ask me if I could set up their dates.

Mayor, I haven't even been approached for a date in over eight hundred years. Everypony's too scared or intimidated to ask, thinking I'm out of their league, I'm too good for them... that sort of thing. Even our bar trips have ponies keeping their distance from us, although to be fair, they have good reason to keep that distance. Granny's a mean snapping turtle when she gets mad.

So what even gave them the idea that my dating advice is relevant for their generation? The dating advice I do have hails from a time when soap was considered optional! "Uh, make sure to clean under your tail and between your hind legs," was the most timely thing I could possibly think of, however blatantly obvious that sounds.

They took that advice to heart.

As for me setting up their dates, I declined. If they don't have the spine to ask themselves, they won't have it later when it matters. I shouldn't have to play matchmaker for them, but I did recommend a location that's not too posh or too seedy. A respectable location, with a small park just across the street, and a donut shop around the corner if they wanted a sweet treat for later.

Cuppa will enjoy today. I know it.

Anyway, enclosed with this letter should be enough to cover Ponyville's damages this week. Keep me posted if anything creeps out of the Everfree, and I'll keep in touch next week.

Friends Forever,

Princess Celestia

P.S. Tell Granny we're set for visiting Peachy's Parlor over in Reinsford later this month. Both of you bring a peach; trust me, it's for good reason.

Author's Note:

Greetings, dear readers and other good folk!

For those interested, the bar story I mentioned before passed moderation, which you can find right here if you're up for an extra dose of crazy.

Otherwise, thanks for reading, and have an awesome day.

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