Spike: .... and the last one. Seriously, I wouldn't mind that they find a faster way to send their mail. But on another side, I would fell kinda a tiny bit less useful. Well, I shouldn't say that. Since Twilight stopped sending her friendship reports to the princess, I'm beginning to lose my touch. I hope she'll like that little poem I wrote for her.



Later, Spike walked toward Twilight with a scroll in her claw.



Twilight: Uh, is that for me?



Spike nodded. The alicorn took the scroll with her magic to her eye level.



T: 'Dear Twilight, could you be a dear and ask Spike to stop sending me those poems? They may spread the rumors in the castle that I'm receiving them from a... lover. Thank you. Princess Celestia. P.S. Tell him they are quite lovely.' ?" Spike? Care to explain?

S: *sigh* Was a long time since you asked me to send a letter to princess Celestia. I felt I was losing my touch. So... N-not knowing what to send, I.... uh... send some poems I wrote... I know. It's stupid and-

T: Oh. Spike. That's not stupid. It's kinda sweet. I guess. Well, I guess she's probably waiting for a response so...

Spike had already a scroll and a inked quill in his claws.

S: Ready.

Twilight smiled.

T: Dear princess Celestia...

She giggled.

S: What?

T: It's true that I haven't sent a letter to her recently. Was just funny to say that again out loud. Okay. 'Dear princess Celestia, I'm sorry that Spike sent you those poems. He just wanted to keep her magic sending ability sharp and ready in real needing circumstances. Spike is happy that you liked them and understand the situation in may put you into. Your stud- er, Your friend, Twilight.' Send it immediately Spike.

S: Okay. Here I- uh.... uh... AAAAAAHHH TCHOOM!!!!! *sniff*

T: Spike! What happened?

S: I.... *sniff* I don't know. I sneezed I guess.

T: You sent a book who was on the table with the letter! What book could you-

*BURP*

Twilight caught the scroll with her magic.

T: 'Dear Twilight, I'm receiving mixed signals here... Why did you send me a book about loving ritual of drag-' ?! SPIKE!

Spike walked away.

T: Spike! Come back here!

S: Oh, no. Not this time! Send her a letter by mail. I'm not getting involve anymore this time...





BEautiful work