Dear Princess Celigula,*

Today I didn’t learn for the second time to not be such a huge racist. I’m alone in my racism because all my friends learned their lesson the first time. Not me, though. Not Twilight “Fuck Anything That’s Not A Pony” Sparkle.

A group of griffons were passing through town, minding their own business. I apparently knew a dickish griffon named Gilda in the past, so you just know I had to start some shit. These new griffons were confused when I yelled at them, so I started yelling louder to prove they were bad. More stuff happened, blah blah blah, friendship, and now the griffons and I are k, despite my rampant racism.

Your pony supremacist,
Sparkass

---

* It’s a human reference, so you probably won’t get it. But I thought it was funny, and isn’t that what really matters?

Love, Anon

Author's Notes:

Celestia’s reply