From: The Amarezon Jungle

To: Miss Flutter Shy,

Everfree Meadows Cottage

Ponyville

Dearest Fluttershy,

I do so hope this letter finds you well.

I'm writing this while laying on a huge branch in the canopy of one of those huge silk cotton trees. I can see the Amarezon go on for for miles as I look up from my paper and the sun beats down on my back.

You wouldn't believe the things I've seen here! I know you'd like them—In fact, directly under the branch I’m resting on there is a colony of white tent bats. They are supremely fluffy and clever little things. They fold the leaf they sleep under over so it protects them from the rain, hence the name “tent bat.”  

There are beetles here that are so big they sound like motorcycles when they fly, and let’s not forget your namesake- the butterflies here are huge and very colourful too.

There's also an insect here called the Stitch Ant. They are very industrious creatures and spend most of the day stitching patterns into leaves for the queen ant. (I've enclosed an example, hope you like it!)

I will admit it hasn't all been sightseeing. After all, I went away to make sure I could practice chaos with impunity.

There's a troop of howler monkeys near here and they're exceedingly loud. They're especially noisy when they can see macaws eating something in a nearby tree that they can't reach.

Don't worry, I didn't hurt them in any way. I know that would upset you. Instead I momentarily gave them all wings so they could chase after the macaws. You've never heard such a racket! Squackers and howler monkeys! After half an hour of their squabbling I decided to revoke the wing privileges of the monkey troop, whereupon they all flung rotten fruit at me.

Do you know what the big male said to me? He said:

“EEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOCCCCCCCKKKEEEEEE!”

Which translates as something which is not fit for polite company.

Until next time, Dearest Fluttershy.

Your Pal,

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