Celestia walked out on her balcony, and looked down on her realms and lands, love and pride for her little ponies welling up in her.

It was a familiar sight, and familiarity breeds comfort, which breeds a desire for certain outlets.

As Celestia’s horn glowed in preparation for raising the sun, her warm smile warped into a mischievous one. She took a deep breath, and called out in the Royal Canterlot Voice.

“NAAAAAANTS AMAHHASHIIIIII BAGITHI BABAAA!”

Author's Notes:

Guess what this means.

... It means that I plan on publishing a chapter soon

I did some juggling with google translate and stuff. Might not be accurate. Anyone here who can speak... Zulu, I think?