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The resulting discussion about the quality of the art, the meaning of the art, and the definition of the word “art” lasted for several days.

Yesterday was the comic’s third birthday. I almost completely missed it due to how hectic and uncertain my life has gotten lately. But at the same time, this comic is a rare constant in my life, and right now I appreciate that (and all of you) more than ever.

…So basically, for the third year in a row, I don’t have anything special planned for the anniversary. No, my plans are for Page 500…

Fluttershy: I’m not big on party crashing, so… Are there any animals I can talk to?
DM: You find out that the birds in the area are having their own party: The annual Canterlot Bird Fest. Roll Nature to see if you can talk your way into the event.
Fluttershy: Um… <roll> 32.
DM: They want you to be a guest speaker! But in the excited chattering in the trees, a bunch of leaves, pollen, and birdseed drifts onto the pony party guests below.
Fluttershy: Oh… Sorry…
Applejack: I know exactly what I wanna do. With my hooves, I start digging into the soil and pulling out weeds and whatnot.
DM: This… attracts attention.
Applejack: Once I’ve got a crowd, I say, “How come y’all aren’t doing any gardening? This is a garden party, isn’t it?”
Rarity: That’s horrifying.
Applejack: Then I tell everybody this is a performance art piece satirizing the inherent hubris of upper-class nomenclature.
Rarity: …That’s horrifyingly brilliant.