"Spike! Spiiiiiiiiiike! SPIKE!"
With a sharp cry, Spike's ladder toppled backwards, the piles of books cushioning his fall somewhat as they came crashing down alongside him.
"Spike! There you are. Have there been any recent messages from Celestia while I've been studying?" Twilight Sparkle asked briskly as she emerged from her bedchamber, eyeing Spike as he lay sprawled on the floor.
"No, Twilight Sparkle. I've just been putting away these books like you said." He sighed, rubbing one of his spines, fearfully checking for any breakage.
"Well, you aren't doing a very good job of it, are you? Since you're on a break anyway, why don't you go check the mail? The mailpony's usually dropped it off by now."
"Okay, okay." Spike grumbled, his tail bouncing behind him as he trotted to the front door. He stood up on his tip-toes to reach his hand into the mailbox, but drew back in confusion when he found only a muffin there. "What the ...? Oh." Spike reached down, lifting up the small muffin-basket, which was instead filled up with their mail.
"Mail's here!" Spike called around a mouthful of muffin, stumbling when Twilight Sparkle magicked the basket out of his hands impatiently.
"Thank you, Spike. Let's see - invitation from Pinkie, bill, advertisement from Rarity, bill," She murmured to herself as she flicked each piece of mail into a pile on the table, her magic fading from them as they were removed from her vision. Spike had stopped listening by then, and contented himself with the muffin.
"... bill, bill - wait, what's this?" Twilight Sparkle murmured, looking over the envelope curiously before glancing down to Spike. "It's for you."
"Something came in the mail for me?" Spike glanced up at her, his green eyes widening before he trotted over, claws outstretched. "Lemme see!"
He bounced at her side impatiently as Twilight Sparkle magicked open the envelope, looking over the card before passing it down to him. "It's from Apple Bloom! That would explain the spelling mistakes." She chuckled, but Spike had already stopped listening by the time the card made it to his claws.