Very, Very, Very Short Stories

Spike was doing laundry. He somehow slipped and fell mouth first onto a towel. Twilight walked in at just the right moment. "Ugh, Spike? You know towels aren't food, right?"

Spike stood up and realized there was an entire towel, somehow stuffed into his mouth. He pulled the slimy, blue cloth out of his face-hole. "Yeah, I know."

"Well, uh, just a reminder there, then." The dragon looked as annoyed as one could possibly be.

"Next time you can do the laundry."