>The day started as all Mailpony's days started
>Slow, boring, and smelling strongly of old paper
>Due to the size of Ponyville mail was a bit of a rarity
>Logistically this was a blessing for the small office, though not all saw it as one
>For Derpy Hooves the slow pace proved rather boring, to nobody's surprise the ever bubbly and excitable mare longed for adventure, more people to meet, more things to do
>Her request would certainly be granted, perhaps more than she had bargained for
>As if on cue a small, manilla-colored pegasus dashed her way over to Derpy and handed her a freshly sealed envelope
>"Boss wants to see ya," She said abruptly, already turning to leave
>"Did she say why?"
>"No idea but it's best not to keep her waiting."
>With that she sped off, leaving Derpy alone with a heap of questions and no answers
>Deciding to heed the warning of her colleague she trotted off towards the supervisor's office
>It was tucked away in a corner of the building, the only notable thing differentiating it from the rest of the rooms was a faded plaque that said "Office of Supervisor Flitter"
>With a deep breath, Derpy opened the door and was met with the judgmental Supervisor Flitter Swish staring back at her
>Despite the cheery name, she was anything but.
>Supervisor Flitter was a tall, professional unicorn mare that oversaw everything that happened regarding the ponyville mail system
>Nobody liked her all that much but she got the mail where it needed to go
>It also helped she rarely stepped outside her office
>"Come in," She said, gesturing to the empty seat in front of the spartan desk
>Nervousely Derpy entered the plain office, feeling a sense of anxiety shadowing her every step
>Hardly anyone got called in here, when they did it nearly always meant something bad
>It was true she hadn't been the perfect employee
>She may have dropped a package here and there
>And maybe she got the addresses wrong a few times
>But did that really warrant being axed in person by Flitter?
>Surely not
>Despite these reassurances the feeling remained, only amplified as the mare across from her spoke once more in her familiar cold tone
>"I have a special assignment for you Ms. Hooves"
>She blinked in surprise
>Nobody ever gave her special assignments, certainly not ones handed down from the boss herself
>"Ms. Hooves?" She repeated
>Immediately she snapped to attention, banishing the questions she desired to ask
>"Oh uh yes Mrs. Flitter?"
>"Listen closely this is important. The envelope you were handed earlier contains instructions and a letter you must deliver to the address written on it. I assume you can handle that?"
>"Yes of course!" She replied, raising a hoof to her forehead in salute
>"I was assured by one Twilight Sparkle that you would be the right pony for this job. Do not let me down."
>"Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am!" She beamed
>"Now run along," Flitter said, waving her away with her hoof