MINIFIC MAYHEM

“Vinyl?”

Vinyl Scratch looked up from the newspaper she was reading. “Yeah?” she asked.

“Could you help me out over here?” Octavia gestured towards the toaster.

Vinyl stood and trotted to her.

“My toast is stuck. Can you get it out for me?” Octavia looked at Vinyl with puppy dog eyes.

Vinyl sighed and took a knife from the drawer. She levitated it over to the toaster and jammed it in.

“Vinyl, be careful.”

“Relax, I got this,” Vinyl said with a smug.

*Zap*

Lightning came from the knife, arced through the air, and landed on Vinyl’s horn. She jerked the knife out and fell to the floor; her mane and coat were burnt to a crisp, and her eyes as big as dinner plates.

“Thanks, Vinyl.” Octavia took her toast off the knife and trotted away.

Vinyl stood, shook off the soot, and chased after her, determined to get something in return for her trouble.