Revenge of the Bad Apple

“Oh no!” I exclaimed as the shelf of books fell off it's mount. I managed to use my magic to prevent the shelf from hitting the floor, but all the books tumbled to the ground. I had been trying to fix this shelf for the last couple of hours, but no matter what I did it would just fall again.

I looked at the mount, it actually broke this time. Half of the wood piece lay fractured on the floor. I sighed. “SPIKE!” I yelled. No response. “SPI-”

“What?! …what do you want,” Spike interrupted. The little purple dragon rounded the corner. He looked as if he had been sleeping.

“Do we have any rope I can use for this? I think I'll try to hang this shelf from the ceiling instead.” I said, pointing at the snapped wooden mount.

“Why would we have rope just laying around, waiting for this piece of wood to break?” he asked sarcastically.

“Don't be like that Spike, just tell me,” I responded, slightly annoyed.

“No, we don't have any rope,” Spike answered, “You could ask some other pony for some though, maybe Applejack or Fluttershy? I would think that they have some.”

“I'll go ask Applejack then, I haven't seen her in a while,” I said.

“Ok, I'll see you later,” Spike replied.

I walked to the door, “Bye Spike, I'll be right back! Don't do anything stupid.”

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Spike yawned, “Bye…”