A Fox in Equestria

Celestia did not like her schedule to be interrupted.
Famous people have hard lives. They're mobbed everywhere they go. It's hard to go to the zoo with a friend if you're famous.
It wasn't quite this way on Equestria, though people tended to act like the princess in question didn't have a personal life.

Celestia woke up every morning at four. Went out to the gardens and enjoyed the tranquility while it lasted, while overviewing any legal documents or cases she'd have to do in day court. At five or six, depending on the season, she rose the sun.

At six-thirty, she ate breakfast with the rest of the royalty in Canterlot at the time.

At seven, she trotted over to day court, where annoying misers would vex her with minor complaints.

At noon it was time for lunch, thank Faust.

Lunch went on until one, where she returned to dreaded day court until five.

At five, she retired to do whatever she wanted, normally falling asleep at nine to twelve.

On the weekends, she would do whatever she wanted to, restraining from legal matters, snooty upper-class ponies, and political matters.

Now, she was sitting in the gardens on a checkered blanket, reading over a case file.
Sadly, somepony- or rather somecreature was doing things that attracted her attention.

Two weeks ago, they found a corpse of a pony, with no obvious damage.
But when the looked under his mane, they found a long hole that went through her skull. In a biopsy, they found a small chunk of lead embedded in his brain.
There was one witness.

Cloud Kicker. A younger Pegasus traveling on vacation from Ponyville.
Her account was written down in the case folder.
"I was walking along Market Street when I was suddenly pulled into an ally. There was a stallion who wanted my bits. I was pulling my wallet out of my saddle bags when I heard a loud explosion. Then the stallion collapsed. I got a brief glimpse of my savior. It stood upright on its hind legs, like a diamond dog, and it had claws, like a dragon. That's all I know. " read the account. Celestia wished she could talk to this thing, though she wondered what Luna would think of that. After all, Luna probably wouldn't appreciate vigilante intervention.
Monday day court was not going to be good.