"My tea is wrecked again?!"

I stepped out the door and trotted over to the table. I sat down, silently praying that it wouldn't happen again. But, of course, it did. I lifted up the teapot with my magic and slowly tipped it, the amber liquid pouring out into the cup. And then, there was a resounding crash from somewhere or other. The cup rattled around on its saucer, then stopped. I sighed with relief. The cup shattered. Shards of porcelain flew everywhere, but thankfully none of them tore my recently cleaned cape. The tea flew through the air and landed right on my cape, staining the pure white fabric. It burned my behind as well. I leaped out of my chair, yelping like a pony whom has just seen the headless horse. My butler, Ophiuchus, was next to me in a moment.

"Oh dear, sir," he said. "I am afraid I must deliver this to the cleaner's immediately. I will help you inside." After helping me sit down on my sofa, he shimmered out the door with my cape. I sat there for a few more moments, silently seething with anger.

"Why me?" I asked nopony in particular. "Why me?!"