“Excuse me, WHAT?” Twilight questioned Fluttershy.
The yellow pegasus shied away. Her hooves kicked at the floor of the Canterlot castle throne room. “I… I don’t see why not?” Fluttershy spoke up as each word was louder and more confident. “Equestria has lots of creatures. Why shouldn’t we have representation for the weasels?”
The brown striped weasel chirped up next to Fluttershy. He nodded his head. Stepping forward, he began his well rehearsed speech, “Chirp chirp chirp Chirp chirp chirp chirp! Chirp chirp chirp. Chirp. Chirp chirch chirp chirp? Chirp chirp chirp chip!”
Twilight’s mane shimmered and flowed in the silence following the conclusion the moving speech. Her mouth was slightly open. She blinked rapidly. “Fluttershy…
“Well, Mr. Furryface has a point!” Fluttershy interjected. “We could use the help that the weasels could provide, just like he said! Think of all the small places or things that weasels can help with! He-”
“I don’t speak ‘weasel’, Flutterhsy,” Twilight interrupted in a deadpan voice. “I may be a Princess, but I don’t have the magical capabilites of understanding ‘chirp chirp chirp’.”
“Chirp chirp chirp!” Mr. Furryface chirped.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to say anything bad!” Twilight quickly apologized.
“Oh, he said you were speaking gibberish,” Fluttershy explained.
“Gah! You see the problem? You’re the only one who can understand other animals! How are we, as ponies, supposed to communicate with them?”
“Oh that’s easy!” Flutterhsy smiled. “I can teach other ponies!”

Two hours later, Fluttershy sat at desk of one of the Canterlot castle auditoriums. Mr. Furryface waited patiently next to her. In the elevated seats sat dozens of diplomat ponies with quills and parchment at their hooves. They gazed down at the yellow pegasus and furry companion.
The projector lit up. Images of weasels and trees showed up on the screen at the front of the auditorium. Everypony’s eyes turned to the presentation.
Fluttershy cleared her throat. “Wecome to my Weasel Word Wentation. I mean presentation!” The yellow pegaus chuckled nervously. “I’m here to teach you a little bit of weasel words. So let’s begin!”
The projector clicked. The screen changed showing equestrian words and scribbles below those words.
“Now, to say my name is Fluttershy, you say Squeak Chirp squeak Fluttershy,” Fluttershy explained. “Now you try!”
All together, the ponies repeated the squeaks and chirps of Fluttershy. “Squeak chirp squeak squeak chirp chirp Fluttershy.”
“Um… that was good,” Fluttershy tried to encourage the group. “You also need to replace my name with yours.” She eyed one of the stallions in the front. “Now…”
“Hoot hoot,” came a new, nonpony voice from one of the open windows.
Everypony’s eyes turned to see the what had made the hooting voice. On the window sill, sat an owl.
Mr. Furryface froze. He locked eyes with the owl.
“Squeak!” squeaked the weasel.
“Hoot!” the owl hooted. It dived towards its new prey.
Mr. Furryface panicked. He sought the safety of the nearest pony in the front row. His little feet scattered the parchment on the desk as he scampered by.
“Ah!!!” screamed the pony in front.
The little weasel jumped from desk to desk. Papers flew everywhere. Ponies cowered. Ink spilled to the ground. All the while, the owl chased the weasel.
“Owlicious! No!” Fluttershy exclaimed in vain.
“SQUEAK!”
“HOOT!”

“I don’t think we’ll be able to include a weasel diplomat in Canterlot,” Twlight sighed, looking down at Fluttershy. “Or any furry creatures for that matter. It’s… a little difficult to treat animals like they are ponies.”
“I… I understand,” Fluttershy sobbed with her head held low.
“Hoot,” Owlicious hooted as he sat at Twilight’s throne chair arm.