The librarian reread the story to make sure it met the word length. Then read it again to make sure she wasn't going insane. Then read it once more to make sure this indeed was something a pony wrote.
"Well," Short Quill began, a smirk on his face. "It's good now right?"
The librarian was a little jaded after reading such a thing but quickly readjusted herself in order to respond. "Well technically yes, but…"
"But," Quill quickly interjected, agitated over the sudden hesitation.
"The title, your name, and the 'The End' don't actually count. Your still twelve words short."
"They do count." Quill said simply.
"Oh for the love of. No, they don't. What makes you think so?"
"I reread your little 'word length' rule. It didn't say what the words had to be, just that there had to be one thousand." He quickly took a peak at his own work. "And last time I counted, that's a thousand words, exactly."
The librarian was baffled, dumbfounded, and utterly aggravated at this pony's annoying determination to get into this event. Yelling and strangling him with his own work was a very popular idea to do. But then a thought crossed her mind. If she just allowed this small technicality to go through, she would never have to deal with the likes of him again. And technically the story did meet the requirements.
"Fine, your entry is accepted." She handed Quill back his story. "Be here in the morning tomorrow and we'll show where you'll be set up."
Beaming with joy and elation, Quill stuffed his magnum opus into his saddle bag and gave the librarian a hoof shake. "Thank you very much, Ms. Sparkle. I promise to be here right in the morning."
As he began to trot off, Twilight's head fell upon the desk, her groan muffled by the wood it was made out of. Her assistant came down from putting away some books, wondering what was causing her problems. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, Spike," she moaned as she slowly lifted her aching head back up. "Just had to deal with a walking migraine was all."
As Short Quill left the Ponyville library, he mumbled something under his breath.
"I despise being forced to write a minimum of words for my own story."