Breakfast - Brooms

>You are Shimmer Light.

>And you can't find it.

>You're currently at the marketplace, and you can't find a single broom.

>Not even one.

>You desperately need one to be able to clean your house correctly.

>Well, you don't technically need to clean your house ever, because no one ever sees it, but you like cleaning around.

>You have to make sure your house is always better than everyone else's.

>They may never know of your superiority, but you don't really care.

>As long as you know...

>... Seriously, you've been searching for a broom for quite some time.

>Your last broom... broke unexpectedly.

>It certainly wasn't thrown against a wall.

>... You aren't sure breaking it that way is actually possible...

>But it happened, which only heightened your anger.

>The extreme lack of brooms is making it even worse.

>Why, in a village filled to the brim with dust-collectors, is there not-

>Out of the corner of your eye, you see one.

>A beautiful, golden-handled broom.

>But... it's moving. No, being carried.

>It belongs to someone else now.

>...

>Her.

>Hexferry is presumably on her way home, ecstatic about buying such a beauty of a cleaning supply.

>Your anger now has a direction.

>That's unhealthy.

>... But you continue to hate her while also continuing your search.

>...

>You return to you house after quite the experience.

>Apparently, there was some sort of party happening in the marketplace, which made your quest much more difficult than it needed to be.

>Then it got dark.

>At some point, a pony you couldn't identify due to the darkness tried to wrap their foreleg around you.

>Though, they may have just been stretching.

>You dodged it nonchalantly, so it never became an actual problem.

>... But it was all worth it.

>You and your new broom agree it was worth wasting an entire day searching, because your broom is even more amazing than the horrid one Hexferry bought earlier.

>Even the things you buy are better than everyone else.