MINIFIC MAYHEM

The sounds of crying woke Octavia from her sleep. “Vinyl?” She rolled over to see that her wife was fast asleep. “Vinyl!” she said, firmly nudging her in the ribcage.

“Huh-wha?” said Vinyl Scratch, sitting up, still half asleep.

“Dubstep’s awake,” Octavia whispered.

“Okay, go see what she wants,” whispered Vinyl as she lay back down.

“Hey, you’re the one with the magical unicorn horn. If she’s hungry, I can’t give Dubstep her bottle with these.” She held out her hooves.

Vinyl’s eyes shot open as she turned to face her. “Then how do you play the cello?”

“You know that’s a special bow, made especially for earth ponies.” Octavia frowned.

Realizing that she’d lost the argument, Vinyl rose and trotted out of the room.