Author's Note

Phone typing!

Spike was a lawnmower?

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

Twilight groaned, folding her pillow over her ears.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-CLUNK"

"Hey! Twilight!" Spike the living lawnmower called from just below her window, "I think I just ate another lawn ornament! Can you send a check to Derpy later for the damage?"

The alicorn gave up on caring that day.