10.42 AM

I have received something quite odd in the mail. It appears to be a little poppet of myself. The hair seems to be genuine hair, woven carefully into a white, stuffed burlap doll.

Somepony seems to have left it there for me overnight. I have interrogated the mailpony and he assures me he was not the one who placed it in my mailbox.

It is disconcerting, but I can't be too bothered with this at the moment. It might be one of those errant fans that every famous royal personality has.