The Last Roundup

Dear Princess

I've learned to always be honest like my element says I am. My pride made me not go home after not winning first prize at that Canterlot rodeo. Looks like I'm not as honest as the elements believe. Course, Rarity isn't very generous. I'm the one who offered to donate my prize money to Town Hall to fix the hall's roof after that poor klutz Derpy destroyed it. Rarity, on the other hoof, makes her six year old little sister do all the heavy labor.

Poor Derpy. A bunch of overly parental ponies want to throw her out of town because they claim that women can't be stupid. Yeah, that's how it is. Apparently (in their minds) all girls are princesses and all boys are vermin. For THAT matter, why isn't your nephew Blueblood an alicorn? You're one of them! Sexist!

Basically I've learned that the elements of harmony are flawed, and about there being sexism around here.

Applejack

PS: Oops, looks like we left that weirdo Pinkie and that pansy pony Rarity in the desert. Oops.