Sassy Saddles sat on the floor of Canterlot Boutique, surrounded by unsorted cloth, and sighed.

Sassy Saddles sat on the floor of Canterlot Boutique, surrounded by unsorted cloth and mismatched orders, and sighed.

Sassy Saddles sat on the floor of Canterlot Boutique, surrounded by unsorted cloth and mismatched orders and incorrectly stitched garments, and sighed.

Sassy Saddles sat on the floor of Canterlot Boutique, surrounded by unsorted cloth and mismatched orders and incorrectly stitched garments, and late night customers, and sighed.

Sassy Saddles sat on the floor of Canterlot Boutique, surrounded by unsorted cloth and mismatched orders and incorrectly stitched garments and late night customers, and with a grumbling tummy, and sighed.

Sassy Saddles sat on the floor of Canterlot Boutique, surrounded by unsorted cloth and mismatched orders and incorrectly stitched garments and late night customers, and with a grumbling tummy and an unsubmitted annual leave request, and sighed.

Happily.

Author's Note

I can't even remember what this one was submitted for... I think it was a Flashfic Group contest circa 2018/19, but the specifics elude me.

At any rate, Sassy Saddles is a great character, and I had a little fun with repetition to capture the seemingly endless chaos of working for Rarity and Sassy's apparent enjoyment of being busy.