Dear Garrett and Georgina,
I hope this letter finds you well, and I apologise that this is the first time I'm writing you. Finding my hoofing in Equestria has taken up a lot of time, and it feels like the last year has flown by without much chance to land and catch my breath. Applejack mentioned that she'd written you, and I can't thank you enough for the glowing reference.
That also means you already know the good news, that I found a farm to work for that has sheepfolk! It's a small flock, because she only has so much land to host them on. The majority of the real estate is apple trees and a few other crops, and she also has cattlefolk and pigfolk claiming their own spaces. I don't mind, though, since fewer sheep means more time to get to know them as individuals.
There's a pair of ewes, Dolly and Fleeca, who I'm especially attached to. They're a couple, and just this year they've adopted one of Dolly's sister's lambs. She had three a couple of months ago, and one of them got sick, so the poor thing needed a little extra care, and the two of them stepped in to help. The little guy's doing a lot better, now. They named him Shaun.
Speaking of flocks, I hope all's well with yours, and all's going well training the new puppy. I passed on what I could before I left, and I know the old boy still has a couple of years in him to show her the ropes.
I hope Greta's doing well, too. I know that leaving for schooling was a hard choice to make, but I'm proud of her for taking the opportunity.
I miss her. And little Gracie. I miss all of you, every day.
I'm still not sure if I belong in Equestria. The ponies here are almost like a whole new species. They aren't like what I expected. One of the pegasi in town does speak a bit of Griff, which would be nice, but she's also insane. She regularly straps a magic flying machine on a tortoise. There's an alicorn running the town library, too. I think I narrowly avoided being sent to the moon once already for accidentally damaging a book.
I still have dreams about the cloud demon
It's still hard to sleep sometimes
I still feel like I'm going to mess this up
I hope I get the chance to visit you all soon. Maybe this summer I can come out and see you, while Greta's home on break? I'd love a chance to catch up, and a letter doesn't feel like the right medium to tell you everything that's gone on. I'd rather tell you all in person.
Best Wishes,
Lamb Chop
Sad to see the complete tag, but a fun ride!
That was a really good story.
What would a sheep story be without a Shaun?
Outstanding work. Glad I finally got to it. This feels very Estee-esque in well-meaning insanity and traumatic experience coming together into incredible moments amid almost ordinary life. Thank you for it.
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