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Pegasus: Derpy, Raindrops (By the Gods, Raindrops NEEDS more love! No Brony EVER mentions her anymore...) Unicorn: Lyra (Simply a great character to develop for the fans. Honestly, I find Lyra to be a better symbolization to the Bronies than Derpy EVER was) Earth pony: Berry Punch (Drunk ponies...that is all)

I'll be completely honest in saying I don't understand Nurse Redheart's popularity one bit. This was talked about in the FiMFiction chatroom last night, but it honestly still puzzles me. Bronies tell me it's "her color scheme" or the fact she's relateable to some adult Bronies as a nurse...but I work in law and community enforcement (I'm probably the only Brony that's a firefighter ever. Not even joking), and I just don't see how she's "relateable". She's only ever been on-screen 1-2 times, and she never left an impression on me. Bronies have told me to read "Triage", but I'm not sure it'll help... I also must confess that...as soon as I became a Brony, I thought about converting my girlfriend. She watched a few episodes, then got extremely irritated by my constant spamming and referencing of it on my Facebook page, but suddenly she came out about a week or two ago and told me she liked Friendship is Magic and wanted me to basically give her the rundown of it. Awesome? Yes. However...I just find it odd that I felt the need to do it... Yet another confession is that I have connections with one of the main pre-readers and staff members of Equestria Daily. I won't tell you who, and I won't go any further than saying he lives in the same town as me, and I go to the same high school as his sister (He's in college...and he lives a life that I couldn't even begin to describe the awesomeness of). And honestly...I found Applejack to be an extremely boring character when I first started watching FiM. I found her just bland, uncharacterized and severly underdeveloped. However, after Super Cider Squeezy 3000 and The Last Roundup, I found that her character had a lot more to it. After reading a certain story by the author Crowley, I decided perhaps giving her character a chance wouldn't be the worst thing. Since then, I've seemed to appreciate her character more. She's still my least favorite of the Mane cast, but I have much more of a liking to her now.

I'll agree one using Smile or Find a Pet. The animation that occompanies those songs are just GORGEOUS, but it also fits what occurs incredibly well. Whether it be the jumpy, cheerful animation of Smile, to the constantly-moving animation of Find a Pet, they'd both work incredibly well. I say to use Smile, however. Its animation is just a lot more noticeable and its ability to move with the music and give it attitude is easier to understand. That's just me, though.

The Apple parents. That could really use some backstory. I mean, not even DARK backstory, just some kind of explanation for why Applejack, Big Mac and Applebloom's parents aren't around...

My favorite Season 1 episode is hard for me to tell. I enjoy all the episodes for a ton of different reasons, whether by plot execution, the humor, or just how the episode commences so smoothly. If I HAD to choose a favorite, "Feeling Pinkie Keen" would likely top my list. Its humor is well-written, its animation is GREAT to look at, the story is quite fun in itself, and the moral (People don't always understand everything, as some things are best understood as the unknown) is a GREAT one. It perfectly symbolizes the show and the fandom's liking for it, in my opinion. As for Season 2, my favorite is "Hurricane Fluttershy", hooves down. The humor is uncannily well-timed, the character development shines through quite well, the story is interesting and viewable again and again, and to me I just think it's a timeless episode. It's honestly my definition of a perfect episode.

Never have cried, but 3 things have had me close to tears: - The ending to "The Elements of Harmony", right in the ending celebration. The way it concludes so nicely and sets the stage for the show, and the way it ends with Celestia making the assignment of Friendship Reports as such just sets the show up for great things. I literally makes me emotional to think of how well-scripted that ending scene was done by Faust. - The ENTIRE SECOND HALF of "Return of Harmony Part 2". It seals the deal, basically. Wonderful and emotional images of S1 called-back, Twilight essentially being beaten to a close point of giving up, the Mane 6 stoning Discord once more, and the awesome Star Wars reference was too perfect. I was almost too busy holding back emotion to notice the Star Wars reference. Glad I caught it, xD - Sisterhooves Social.....I mean, ALL OF SISTERHOOVES SOCIAL...

1.Two ponies that you liked to see in writing? A: Probably Lyra, just to see a writer's perspective on developing her character. I also like to see the CMC, as they can be quite entertaining as characters if written correctly. 2.How many OC's do you have? A: Apped? None. In general? 9 as of this very moment: Madame Hoof Filly Trotman Sky Skipper Featherhead Mile High Cloud Catcher (EXTREMELY minor, however) Cumulus Elpenor Eagle Eye 3.Which is your favorite OC? A: Filly Trotman. So much of his character is based off my struggles with writing, and it makes me feel a connection unlike my other OCs. 4.Which Cutie mark do you think you'd have? A: A writing utensil of some sort. I write every chance I get, xD 5.If you could be any species of pony which would you pick? A: Unicorn. The proof is in the pudding....MAGIC 6.Your favorite genre of fanfics? A: Sensual romance (New genre, done in 2nd person as if you're a pony character. They work as incredibly-nice alternatives of Clopfics if you're looking for Romance fics that aren't THAT vulgar...) 7.Favorite MLP song writer?(Like wooden toaster jackleapp mic the microphone ect.) A: Replacer 8.Favorite song?(Out of anything.) A: Out of anything: "Telling the World" by Taio Cruz Out of pony musicians: "Cerulean Blue" by Replacer 9.Favorite Colour. A: Blue 10.If you had to spend your life with one pony who would you pick? A: Twilight Sparkle. Too many things in common with her to ignore that thought, xD 11.Which pony would you pick if you where stranded on a island? A: Oddly enough, Pinkie Pie. I suppose I'd want my spirits to be brightened while I'm stuck on an island...and maybe also so I could make a pony out of volleyballs with Pinkie and name it "Wilson". 12.Favorite Fanfic. A: "Her Whole Darn Heart" by Crowley (VERY powerful fic surrounding the controversial subject of HumanXPony fics. Handles the subject maturely, and makes a nice romance fic through and through. It's honestly the most philosophical, yet genius fic I've read) 13.Favorite MALE (not mail) pony? A: Big Macintosh. Caramel is a close 2nd, because it's not his fault he lost the seeds...xD 14.Wierd hobby? A: I constantly think about fic ideas in school, and play them out to fully realize what I want to write it in as. 15.Least Favorite pony? A: Gah...while I hate Diamond Tiara, everypony is so likeable in the show. I'd say none, but Diamond Tiara would be my last-picked pony if I had to name my favorites... 16.Favorite Problem or villan? A: Either Discord or the cockatrice. Discord because....well, he's Discord. The cockatrice because I'm a Greek mythology buff, and the cockatrice is such a fun and EXTREMELY obscure part of mythology that I loved the culture and research implied.

As everyone else has said, don't take this as a label. Believe me, this doesn't make you different in this world. The way I see it, people with autism only have more to be proud of for their accomplishments. It shows that they aren't hindered by what is a "disability" in their lives. Speaking from my perspective, I have not one, two, but THREE cousins that suffer from autism. One suffers from an extremely-minor case, while the other two cannot even communicate or function properly. It's definetly tough, but with many cases like yours, it's only a label. No matter how much that can hang, it doesn't make you "different", or lesser. Keep your head high, and keeping flying that way as well! Don't let anything stop you!

Are we really discussing if these are real or not? It's obviously an April Fool's Joke, but they certainly sound like real episodes. Shows how talented those fellas at EqD are, xD You ask me, there's NO WAY FiM won't get a full third season. With the popularity that's been formed, and with how thankful Hasbro, The Hub, Faust, and the crew seems for the fan-following, I don't see how we won't get a FOURTH season with the current popularity.

Grrr...making me choose between all the excellent songs in Season 2? You monster! Well...let me list my opinions: Find a Pet - INFECTIOUS. As soon as it hit that wonderful ending duet of Fluttershy and Dash, I knew it'd be a forever-classic. The only thing I don't like about it, would probably be that it's so inconsistent in its rhythym. It's not a BAD thing, but it comes off as uneven and un-harmonized. However, that's what makes it so unique... Becoming Popular - I don't know why, but I have no real opinion on this song. While I enjoy Rarity's singing voice, the song itself lasts BARELY less than a minute, and it just doesn't do it for me. However, the effort applied is definetly shown throughout, and I can appreciate it for that. Oink Oink Oink - Ehhhh...it doesn't really count, honestly. It only lasts 15 seconds, and is just a bit of sound effects and singing...However, it IS an entertaining bit of comedy. Opportunity - Okay...let me make this clear....I. LOVE. "THE MUSIC MAN". I got the references and style it was doing as soon as the song started, and I LOVED the execution. The lyrics were wonderfully-written, the chorus and general singing was beautifully-done, and the whole entire song was just AWESOME. The Perfect Stallion - A VERY fun song. I can't say I LOVED it like Find a Pet or Opportunity, but it's certainly a great song. What just makes it even better is that it's the CMC singing, of all ponies, xD Smile - Certainly the most "cinematic" and large-scale song. It makes the episode, and honestly is just fun to listen to and essentially "hear the gears spinning" within the wonderful bits of the song. It gets even better when the chorus picks up, and it turns into a Gospel-like song, something like "Somebody to Love" (QUEEN, NOT JUSTIN BIEBER). I can tell you, it's a great song. Its originality is stunning, and Daniel just hit the nail on the head with every point of it. So I suppose I enjoy specific songs more depending on my mood. However, "At the Gala" still remains my favorite song of the series. That song is JUST BEAUTIFUL. I don't believe anything will top it...

If anything, I'd be reminded of his role as Eeyore. Would've been perfect, considering the relation...

Not until "Hearts and Hooves", when the number of reproduction quickly sky-rocketed on the colts' ratio...

I believe that's because the lot who saw the first Sonic Rainboom were noticeably all colts and fillies. Anything as extreme as a "Sonic Rainboom" could easily be intertrepeted as "unbelievable" to the parents of said fillies/colts. This being the case, they likely grew out of the story and later dismissed it as an "old mare's tale", having being convinced as so by their parents. That's just my theory, however. I remember many of times my ideas of seeing something being dismissed as untrue because it was ridiculous. I suppose little ponies' imaginations are considered just as broad in Equestria as they are here, hmm?

Hello everypony! Just recently, I've found myself writing out lyrics to songs. It's an odd habit, I know, but oddly enough I've come up with some clever things once in a while. Just recently, I wrote out a song that I think would be a hit with the community. My problem, however, is that I don't have an advantages to be able to release a song myself. I don't have software to make music or record, and I lack a good singing voice. I'm wondering if there are any musical ponies out there who do this regularly, if you would like to pick this song I wrote up. I could PM it to you, E-Mail, etc. I REALLY think this could develop into something great, and I'd love to benefit more than just myself with a song I wrote in about 10 minutes tops... So, all I ask is if any of you musically-talented ponies want to take a look, just reply or PM me. I'll be sitting...waiting...

Sorry for restating this again...but this can not be official. If Hasbro wanted this done, they'd at least TRY. This? Nuh uh. This was a slapdash attempt to "fix it" by Apple. You ask me, it's just ONE COPY of the episode that everyone ignores anyway. I say, there's nothing to be afraid of. My opinion? Our muffin-loving, derpy-eyed queen will stay...

You ask me, this isn't an official edit. I believe that iTunes threw this together, thinking there was a scandal, and ended up putting that...abomination out. If this is Hasbro's doing, however.....I officially distrust them and do not have any respect for them any longer.

ALRIGHT. BEFORE PEOPLE COME BARGING IN... The episode is ONLY changed on iTunes. Besides iTunes, THE EPISODE IS INTACT. The On Demand version keeps Derpy intact, and apparently the Hub's version is still the same. Judging by this, this MAY be un-approved, and is NOT an official edit. After all, those dubs do NOT sound official...xD

Just a minute ago I was watching this sketch show "Key & Peele" on Comedy Central. One of the sketches basically features a bunch of VERY stereotypical black people claiming on a news broadcast that they spotted a Pegasus. Clearly, A LOT of the sketch was making subtle nods towards the fandom, such as Bronies and the haters of the show as well. And to complete the subtle reference, there is a sign that is being held by a guy in the background that reads: "PEGASUS RIDES $20" ...What an interesting choice of numbers, hmm?

Ya know...sometimes I wonder what kind of people want to waste their lives duping a fandom... ...then again, I fell for it.

Oh jeez. I just recently played this on Newgrounds because I got extremely curious about it. Was quite interested in the idea of the game, as I ADORE the idea of dark elements in FiM. I perfectly welcome them. Wasn't disappointed when I played it! Was a wonderful mix of creepy atmosphere, music, and the general feel of the game was just a creepy game you can pick up and play. However, it surprised me how well I took the game in its "scariness" factor. After all, I sorta expected a degree that went above Luna Game. Perhaps I just wanted to be more scared by it...however, it was a fun game. Wouldn't mind a sequel to it, frankly.

Just joined this week! Same name on here as it is on there! Thoth. Plain, simple and familiar!

Well...I've had a sequel in the back of my mind to perhaps follow up what happens after Trotman's story is written, but I feel that would ruin the whole story. Besides, I feel the full impact only comes from the reader not knowing if Mr. Trotman ever succeeds again, only knowing that he's happy with what he's doing again. Seems to be the best possible ending, to me at least.

Fortune & Glory PLEASE leave comments if you have any. I'm trying my hardest to get this on EqD, and one trip around the editors got me close, but I still need to work a few kinks out...PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! The light of day finally peaked itself over the mountains that bordered throughout Equestria. Day had finally arrived, and not a moment too soon on timing by Celestia herself. The animals quickly scampered their way outside. They all wanted to get their fill of the day's air and fresh start. Soon, everypony followed suite. However, one unicorn was opposite to such feelings. This certain unicorn was Filly Trotman. As the sun crept itself from the bottom of his bed to his face, a low groan escaped from the stallion's mouth. "It can't be day already..." Trotman thought aloud. The horror of the day just couldn't have arrived this soon. Trotman dreaded the day. After all, his days were horrid. After all, his days were never filled without the feelings that he hated most. Feelings, which their adjectives adjoined had turned into curse words to the writer. Talent, popularity, delay, decline, failure. They all had plagued him, and all ate away at him as he would stare upon the posters that taunted him from his cottage walls. Worst of all, the dusty poster of his first novel, Daring-Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone, sat above his bed and taunted him every night. Yes, the name of Filly Trotman, usually accompanied by the utterance of "Who?" was the author of the Daring-Do series. The formerly-popular Daring-Do. The cult Daring-Do. Whatever adjective that happened to exist, they'd been used to describe poor Trotman's series of books. The problem was, his failure to produce lead to only the negative. Trotman slowly raised his head, his eyes barely cracking their way open, revealing the shining of two blue eyes. Weathered eyes. Eyes of a stallion that had been through years of torture. "Stupid sun...Celestia, why must you taunt me, too?" Trotman muttered, rubbing his head as he spoke. By now, he'd spoken such words so many times he'd might as well have had a conference with the Princess herself. If ever asked, Trotman notified himself to always answer Princess Luna as his favorite princess. After all, the gift of night meant rest of the day - the long, uneventful, idea-less day. Filly dropped his hooves to his wooden floor, the creaking still prominent from the last month. Trotman reminded himself to get it checked, but then he realized again that his profit from his stories had run out after his last purchase of apples. The stallion cursed himself for loving those Apple Family apples so much, he'd rather have had Flim and Flam stay and produce less-addictive apple products. As he made his way out of his small bedroom, another image of past glory sneered at him. A poster for one of his later novels, Daring-Do and the Kingdom of the Jade sat near his room. Trotman walked out to his small living room, the only pieces of furniture remaining being his beloved chair and drawer greeting him. The very chair and drawer that he wrote his first novel on, and every one after that. Why he kept them, he never knew. Perhaps they were the only pieces of past glory left. Then again, that wasn't a good thing in any form. "...What has happened to me?" Trotman asked himself. This question had echoed off his walls for years. His posters asked him such. His cottage would creak this question, from its foundation up. The glory of the past clearly had waved goodbye long ago, and now sat with Filly inside, scoffing at him. Forcing a smile, Filly sat down at his old chair and gazed at his small drawer, which supported only a small notebook. A notebook having been torn apart from usage for years. How many years? Trotman had lost count. After all, the glory years felt lost after the fifth novel, and by the time the eight hit, it seemed nopony longer cared. Filly's horn glowed with a dull aurora of white, and the book's cover slowly flipped open, revealing the same nightmarish image Trotman had seen for ages. A blank page. A blank page, starving. Looking for some word, any word. However, Filly had no answer to such hunger. He could not satisfy this hunger for the book, his (remaining) fans, and worst of all, his publisher. Yes, his publisher who no longer cared. In fact, he barely could ever remember the title of his famous series. It'd always be Daring-Doodoo, or Dusty-Do, or the current name, Your Stupid Book. Trotman stared at the page. A page that went on and on with its white desert of nothing, as if the page was in a staring competition with him. The sun slowly crept up on the page, adding some highlight to Trotman's room. Surrounding him, barely anything. A few piles of pages, most of them filled with scribbles, crossed-out paragraphs, and side comments that only spoke criticism. The most notable, however, was the various images of his created character. The many adventures he'd written to put her through. Daring-Do was his life, literally. Her adventures had been his job, to put her through the tests of danger and every obstacle, and somehow she pulled through. However, why couldn't he? Trotman wondered time and time again, why can't I make that last minute escape? After a long duration of no ideas, Trotman looked out his small window. The tinted and cracked glass shone small slivers of light all over his living room. Celestia's work was admirable today, as the sun shone proudly and brightly. His admiration, however, turned to anger as soon as he glanced at what lied next to the window. Beside it, was another taunt by a Daring-Do poster. The look of adventure all-so-clear on Daring-Do's face. The various dangers she faced clear to Trotman's mind whizzed by. The many traps she escaped, the villains she fought, the treasure she'd discovered - the triumph she'd met. Then, without warning, something happened. Something unprecedented. Something Filly Trotman, the formerly-respected, literary genius thought he'd never do and never did until now. He cried. The tears poured from his eyes, like a spigot gone wild. The wet, salty products just tearing across his face, sobs clutched in his mouth as to hide his sorrow from his walls. The horrible feelings of despair, of failure, of dissatisfaction filling his soul, Trotman smashed his face to the notebook. The buckling drawer screeched in response, as if whining back in a teasing manner. Around him, the ironic light of the sun enclosed him. The world around him rejoiced in the start of a new day, while he sat here. Alone, without a thought, without help...without anything. Trotman then raised his head, staring down at the poster that had sparked his sorrow. His broken, battered blue eyes quickly bristled, the clear sign of anger now occupying them. The unicorn jumped from his broken look, and then frowned in complete rage. "Y...you..." Filly stuttered out, his voice croaking back to life. His expression suddenly morphed into hatred. All of the sudden, he took off like a rocket, heading straight for the poster he'd set his eyes on. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" Trotman screamed out as loud as he could, as he jumped midway through his course and smashing into the poster, leaving a fairly-large dent in it from his collision. After recoiling, Trotman rubbed his head, still feeling absolute rage through his heart. "You ruined it!" Trotman re-stated, galloping towards the poster again and smashing his head directly into it, hearing the bucking of the wall as his head smashed back in response. As quickly as his rage arrived, however, it was gone. He had snapped back to reality. Here I am, he thought, smashing myself into a poster. Trotman stared up at his wall, trying to think of a single thing to follow this with. No action seemed suitable. Writing was clearly not an option, his talent was not shared with such popular designers of Canterlot, and it was clear all the attention now was focused on nothing but the supposed "talented", like that wannabe 'Fluttershy' or that arrogant rainbow-maned Pegasus from a few months back. He'd been left behind, just as his stories had. He was washed-up, without any reason to continue his pursuits for a life. His will, his life, his work. All broken. "...I might as well just sit here. No one would care. I'd just become a part of the background, just like the bushes and trees," Trotman groaned quietly, his raspy voice somehow echoing off the walls of his cottage. However, he realized that it'd take days for his passing to occur. Days. It might as well have been months, or even years. That reminded him of his work. Work that no longer mattered. After all, who could pay attention to an outdated character like Daring-Do? Who could possibly care about his character any more? Who could care about him? Without any more thought, Filly closed his eyes, hoping they'd never open again. Hoping this horrible nightmare would be over, and he'd wake up again in that world he used to live in; a world where he mattered. SLAM! Trotman's eyes shot open from the loud crashed that resounded nearby. He was almost disappointed to discover he was in the same spot on the floor from before. Time had passed, but at the most only a few hours, as the sun was now above the peaks. It was close to mid-day. Filly slowly lifted himself off the floor, his hooves aching from lying on the wooden floor for a good few hours. As daintily as he could, his horn glowed white and the door slowly creaked open, only to reveal a pony on the other end of it, sprawled on the ground. "My word, are you quite alright darling?" Trotman asked, his Canterlot accent carrying powerfully, which surprised even him. The Pegasus slowly staggered up, and then grinned with the eyes of a puppy dog; the rather crooked eyes of a puppy dog. "Yeah. It happens all the time anyway!" The Pegasus responded, her voice rather slow and ungraceful. In fact, at second look, Trotman could tell this was a peculiar little mare. Her coat sported only the color of gray, and her mane a rather-faded yellow. This Pegasus' most distinguishing feature, however, was her eyes. No doubt, their color was perfectly normal. A yellow-lime, perhaps amber color, Trotman presumed. These eyes, however, were completely walled. Trotman was so confused at the appearance of her eyes, it seemed that even the mare herself knew what he was gawking at. "Oh, you're looking at my eyes, right?" The mare asked, her slow voice streaking into a chuckle near the end of it. It was obvious to Filly that she found humor in this feature. "Well, if you don't mind if I point it out, but - Well, anyways - What's your business here?" Trotman asked finally, breaking off his tangent and getting to the point. He didn't enjoy pushing the conversation, because any conversation with anypony was a welcome change in schedule to him after all these years. "Miss Derpy Hooves, sir," The loveable little Pegasus said with a proud grin, "subbing for the usual Canterlot mail mare Special Delivery! HOO RAH!" The Pegasus concluded her presentation with her call and an attempt of a salute, however the salute was miss-aimed and instead landed a square buck right to her face. "Well, I suppose that means you have some mail for me, young lassie?" Trotman said with the smallest of smiles. This adorable pony named Derpy was certainly a spirit to behold, he thought to himself. "That depends! What's your name?" "Mr. Filly Trotman? I shouldn't be too far on that li-" The author was stopped short, because the googly-eyed Pegasus' face suddenly blew up into a huge smile. "Filly Trotman? The Filly Trotman?" Derpy suddenly asked, her voice from before now ecstatic in tone. "Well, yes," Trotman responded, rather surprised she'd even recognize the name. "I LOVED your books! I read all the Daring-Do novels from front to...umm...front to..." Derpy halted, suddenly stopped in her tracks at recalling where she'd stop in her reading. Was it the middle page? Or perhaps the last page? Second to last? Maybe it was the muffin break when she stopped? However, amid the ditzy Pegasus' ramblings, a small scowl appeared on Filly's face. "...Don't mention that name." Trotman stated, his voice hardening almost immediately. It was clear the Pegasus had just hit the switch on the literate unicorn...and she had no idea... "What? Daring-Do?" Derpy asked, cut off through her rambling and back to the conversation. "I said don't say that name!" Trotman suddenly shouted, his voice on the edge of any sanity he had left. Gone was his re-forming, delicate tone. Now back was a fierce tone he only carried a few hours ago as he took out his anger on his character itself. Derpy now sat in front of the enraged writer, a usual look of bewilderment on her face. Was she doing something wrong? She didn't screw up again, did she? "Oh, sorry," Derpy stated, her eyes surprisingly losing their gleeful luster as she hung her head from the commencing scold. Trotman, still hearing his shout from before echo off the walls of his head, softened his eyes at the saddened look of the filly he'd just screamed at. Was this it, now? Was he suddenly making other ponies' lives worse? "...Look, I deeply apologize. What do you say I get my mail now? Courtesy of a sweet little Pegasus?" Trotman said, poking his head down to meet Derpy's gaze. At this remark, the mare's expression lightened, and she quickly and rather-efficiently pulled out...one letter. Trotman's heart sank even further into the dark abyss. "Oh, that's all?" Trotman asked, his tone now drifting off into nothing. Derpy shared the same sad look now appearing on Trotman's face as he stared at the single envelope. Likely the one that, once opened, decided his fate of writing anymore. Derpy thought of speaking, but something clicked in her head that told her it wouldn't be suitable to. With Filly's expression, it couldn't have been a good time. "Thank you. Thank you for your delivery." Trotman slowly said, his eyes back to their weathered, sad state. "No problem, Mr. Trotman," Derpy responded back, the tone of sadness seeming contagious in the air between the temporary mail mare and soon-to-be failed author. Trotman turned away, and slowly made his way back into the cottage. Hearing the door shut behind him, and a beat of wings, he could tell that the day had come. There couldn't have been a better explanation for the long time without notification. The letter just had to be from his publisher, likely cutting any connection left away from Mr. Trotman. Derpy had unfortunately taken the worst role possible in this stage show. A show based around the horrible life of a stallion named Filly Trotman. She took the role of the deliverer of fate. Fate simply sat in Trotman's hooves. Inside the envelope, inside this square-shaped asylum of doom, lived what would become the rest of his life. Slowly and cautiously, Trotman telekinetically opened the letter. The fold slowly slipped off, the foundation holding it together easily slipping off. His publisher clearly didn't care to get an envelope of high quality. That couldn't be good. Trotman flipped the envelope, ready to watch a long slip of paper come rolling out. Likely a scroll, signed by his publisher. Trotman awaited the long scroll to appear...but it never appeared. Instead, however, a small scroll easily floated out and rested itself on the floor. Trotman's welling eyes found themselves unsure. Unsure, whether to explode into tears or to inspect whatever this letter was. Slowly, Trotman lifted the letter up to his view, and began to read through the rather well-penned script. Dear Filly Trotman, My name is Rainbow Dash, the fastest Pegasus to come out of Cloudsdale and the next Wonderbolt! Not too long ago, I was laid up in the hospital because of a crash landing I had. My friend Twilight gave me a book, "Daring-Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone", and I thought that it was so uncool to read! Ha, how wrong I was! I ended up getting so caught up in reading it, I got accused of stealing slippers, and practically got committed! Basically, I want to thank you for those awesome stories you wrote about Daring-Do! It's so cool to finally read something that isn't all egghead-y and nerdy! It's like you get all the really cool ponies, and wrote a story for us! It's no wonder you wrote all those books! Anyway, I know I'm kinda getting off here. I'm sure you're probably 20% cooler than I am and have better things to do than to listen to a Pegasus bug you about your work, but it's still SO awesome! I love reading thanks to you! I love the stories, and Daring-Do! Your stories are...huh...let me think... OH YEAH! Your stories are undeniably, unquestionably, AWESOME! Thanks for reading, and thanks for making me love reading! Your newest AND BIGGEST fan, Rainbow Dash Trotman simply looked at the scroll for a long while. Emotionless, as if wiped of any emotion he had previously. However, emotion was all too prevalent inside of Mr. Trotman. The problem was, emotion was moving far too quickly in the writer's mind. Thoughts moved, emotions, they all seemed to be ready to push at once after reading what a young Pegasus had to say. Trotman whizzed his pupils back to the letter, reading every word he could find that struck him deeper than any harsh word any critic could speak. His eyes ran wild across the piece of paper, his eyes popping at every word he saw that seemed to praise him. He wondered how it was even possible for praise to greet him after such a long time. Every positive word jumping at him in shock. Cooler ...thanks to you... Awesome... Newest and BIGGEST fan... All of the sudden, the gears in the mind of the once-popular author began working once more. Perhaps a cobweb or two began to unhitch in such gears, because Trotman suddenly noticed the light of his window once again. This time, however, it seemed much brighter. In fact, almost a beckon to what it shined on, which was the very notebook he had left blank for the last few months. However, this time, not a single bad thought crossed the mind of Filly Trotman. In fact, a look of concern hit across him. After all, he thought, how will ponies know what would happen next to the exciting character of Daring-Do? Daring-Do. Suddenly, the name became not a source of anger. No, rather, Mr. Trotman smiled at the remembrance of the name. It was almost as if a memory of an old friend a pony knew. In fact, joy began to fill the unicorn's eyes. "What am I doing? I need to get going! There's adventures to be written! Peril to be escaped! Antiquities to be found! All in the life of Daring-Do!" Trotman suddenly burst out, his voice singing out something he thought he'd never hear in his lifetime ever again. How could it be explained, he thought. A simple letter had suddenly turned his black heart of coal into a burning flame. It was odd, indeed, but suddenly realization hit the stallion. It wasn't just this piece of paper! It was the want for more. The support that he received, it made him see what it truly meant all those years past. Truly, he had never known what he needed to start his career again, but it suddenly became clear. This letter, this simple letter from a Pegasus named Rainbow Dash had made him realize that he inspired someone. Someone was inspired by him. Somehow, Trotman felt himself pick up the notepad with his magic. However, it wasn't the slow, forceful pull he usually had. No, it was rather a frantic one. A pull that only a pony with idea and innovation on his mind. "I.-I'd better get going! Celestia knows all those ponies are anxious to read of Daring-Do! A spectacular story, I promise them I'll weave!" Filly Trotman, the once-saddened pony, shouted aloud. His heart lifted, his brought the notepad down, lifted a nearby quill and stared at the blank page. However, this glance was not the glance of despair or emptiness. This time, however, it was a glance of opportunity clear in his eyes. A gleam of not block of the mind, but a gate open to the land of inspiration. "Well, this is a fine start, but what is a story without a title..." Mr. Trotman pondered, his mind now working in the ways much of a mechanism courtesy of Flim & Flam would. Quickly, his eyes dilated in realization, a huge grin donned on. "I got it! How about...Daring-Do and the Temple of the Dunes?" Trotman finally exclaimed. Without a hitch, his quill went off, not only penning the title, but the first words began to take shape on the sheet of paper. Daring-Do had certainly gotten herself into a mess this time. Here she was, faced with a roof of spikes closing in on her, reading to turn her into a mess of an adventurer. Perhaps Miss Do's many assistants before were correct, that chasing after fortune and glory would get her killed. She'd even believe it herself, whenever faced with the impossible. However, even now, she knew for a fact she wouldn't get killed doing it today. And suddenly, Trotman found himself engrossed in his mind. Before long, he was quickly hoping the night could come later. For as long as the light shined on him and his working mind, he could continue to write what his mind lead him to. And whether or not he'd succeed in his venture back to the top, he did not care. Whether he'd prove all the critics wrong, he did not care. Whether he'd impress his publisher, he did not care. All Filly Trotman care about now was pleasing the audience. The audience that read his original book. The audience that spanned as far as Appleloosa or Fillydelphia. The audience, whether unicorn, Pegasus or Earth pony, that continued to love the stories, no matter how far he fell. And somehow, no matter how far he fell, he had somehow been able to escape this horrible curse that plagued his for so long. Like Daring-Do had done countless times before, Mr. Trotman had pulled himself from the brink, and was now after the only thing that mattered: The fortune and glory! ---

- You hear the word "pony" and smile goofily. - You ask your girlfriend to buy pony-related stuff for your anniversary (......Guilty....) - You pinch yourself every time you look at a My Little Pony set and consider buying it. - You say "Yay" extremely lightly in conversations. - You use the word "Derp" constantly.