Author's Note

The Spy of the Tiger is SCREEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Fluttershy took a religious vow of constant screaming?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Fluttershy screamed matter-of-factly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," the pastor nodded wisely.

"AAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAA?" unnamed pony #1067821 tilted their head.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" the pastor angrily pointed a hoof at said pony. Fluttershy saluted, picking them up and carrying them over her head to the conveniently-located trebuchet.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"