Hi, welcome back to my diary.

So, today I drop you into your aunt Fluttershy home.

To be honest, she should be more careful with you. I never saw so many chickens with depression since you snick to her henhouse.

Discord and Fluttershy have to assure them that they still love them, you know? And I must promise them that I will make a special birthday party for all of chickens in next year for free.

So, good job making me jobless, sweetheart.

But, maybe its a good think that I’m not your only pray. You know what they say, you can't sucks a love from your mom whole life. And you are predator, so it natural that you must eat something. And believe me, when I say that cat food is not an option for you, I try. (sorry, honey) The same goes for dog food (even more sorry) and vegetarian diet (oh, my sweet Celestia, never try it, even when you hit puberty and think you are to fat for that hot filly form your class).

Also, you have your first fangs so it hurts even more when you try to bite me. I must really find out how and when little changelings start to use hypnosis to eat.

I ask that Shining Armor some time ago, since he was Chrysalis pray once, but he find that offensive. I have no idea why.

He have kid now, so it was just parent asking parent advice. And he freak out as if I want him to be your pray.

But all changelings I know so far think he is delicious, so maybe it not such bad idea, after all? Since I take care of you, they think of me as one of their kind, so there are more open to me, then other ponies. Maybe it is your smell on me, that makes them think that.

Shining Armor don't even have idea how often he have changelings guest from all of Equestria. Come to think of it, maybe I should tell him about it someday? Oh, well. Probably, It’s not such a big deal anyway.

What do you say, Licorice Candy? Who have more tasty love? Mommy or uncle Shining? Ouch, you sneeze acid on my hoof again, you have no idea how sweet and painful can you be sometimes.

Okay, I clean a mess, please don't spit acid when I writing this for you, or you destroy my diary before I have chance to give it to you. I glue some stickers on that green gue later.

Oh, but I was suppose to tell you what happened when I found you, right?

Well, when you have baby from species that just try to invade your homeland in your bag is surprisingly hard to snick it to royal castle. I could smuggle you ninja style, but you kick me all the time. You must feel uncomfortable in that tiny bag, my poor thing.

I still remember how you burp in front of that royal guard so I must pretend it was me. Let me tell you, I was all pink on my cheeks. But finally I was back in the castle. Girls look at me like I was an alien when I said to them I don't want to party and I'm too sleepy.

I look around and take you of my saddle bag. Your wing still was hurting you. I took you to the bathroom, to clean off dust from your body. You may be different then others, but all baby's love bubble baths. You play with bubbles and I have to stop you when you try to drink water with soap. You splash some on me, and laughs when my mane get all wet. I have soft spot for laughter, especially when its little kids laughs. I start laughs too.

I hide you in my room, and ask that royal guard to not let anypony go there. It was risky move, to leave you there even for a second and I regret that later, since destroying my things is like your hobby, or something.

Anyway, I go to Fluttershy, you know, the one with depressed chickens. I ask her if she knows how to heal a wing of something like breeze, or beetle, but bigger. She ask my why I want to know that, but was nice enough to just give me a medicine and bandage for you.

When she found out about you, Fluttershy actually was a bit angry, why I don't just tell her. I think that, maybe she would help me, even back then, but I’m not 100% sure.

I gallop to my room, where I found you crawling and hunting. There was a butterfly on the dropped ceiling and you try to reach it. At first I find it cute, not realizing what you want to do. Then you spit an acid on that butterfly killing it. I must admit you were very proud showing me it. And you expect me to fly there and get you your meal.

I take you, and put some balm on your bad wing. Then I bondage it carefully. I think I fall asleep since you were hungry again and suck some of my energy. When I woke up, next morning you cuddle next to me in my bed. Then you yawn and pull a few hairs from my tail.

But if you think that hiding you in the castle was hard, you must read a story how I transport you to Ponyville, not mention how I hide you in my home in Sugarcube corner. I will write about it later. It’s all for now. Bye, Bye.