Another side of the story

"Something very bad is going on..."

"Will you PLEASE stop pacing and whispering to yourself, Twilight? It's creepy."

Startled, Twilight looked up from the floor, in which she had been staring at and pacing on for at least two hours now.

"Wha-? Oh, uh Spike... can you help me with something?"

Spike turned to look at his alarm clock, which read 2:18 A.M.

"Do I REALLY have to help you at, what, 2:00 in the morning?"

Twilight grinned and turned to look at the bookshelf she had been looking at hours ago.

"Hmm, well, I was just about to open that tub of ice cream we got yesterday as a late night snack, I don't suppose-"

Just as Twilight predicted, Spike interrupted her mid-sentence to change his decision.

"Uh, well... I guess I could help..." Spike said happily.

"I thought so!" Twilight laughed. Spike hopped out of his bed and raced to where Twilight was standing.

"First, I want you to send a couple of letters to Celestia, and the one separate from those to Cadance and Shining Armor." Twilight said, Pointing her purple hoof at the desk where the letters lay.

Spike nodded and raced to the letters, green flames reflecting in his sparkling eyes as he sent each one.

Twilight watched the baby dragon send the letters with amusement. I should buy ice cream more often, maybe Then I can get him to work hard like this... Twilight thought.

After he finished sending them, Spike looked up at Twilight with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Is there anything else I should help you with, or can I just have the ice cream now? I-I mean, I don't care about the ice cream, I just want to help you, Twilight!"

Twilight sighed and walked into the kitchen so she could open the ice cream. Spike immediately dove into the ice cream, staining his tongue red.

"Wow, this, is great! You should try some, Twilight!" he said, his mouth full of ice cream.

"Be careful, Spike...we don't need any baby dragons choking on ice cream at 2:30 in the morning, do we?"

"Jeez, Twilight. You need to stop worrying so much. I mean...I don't think that you can actually choke on ice cream."

"If you say so, smarty pants. Owlicios, can you keep an eye on Spike?" Twilight said, walking back toward her study.

"Hey! I don't need-"  Spike stopped talking for a moment, and burped a piece of parchment out, despite the ice cream.

"Huh. Want me to read it for ya, Twilight?" Spike said, his mouth still full. Twilight opened the letter to see who it was from.

Luna? It's strange of her to write letters... Twilight thought, remembering the book she burned.Well, since it's still night, she was probably just answering for Celestia.

"That's okay, Spike... I can read it on my own." Twilight said, and continued up the stairs to her study.