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by Super Trampoline


Chapter 86: From Ladle to Grave

One night, on a night very much like this one we are experiencing currently, my back was itchy. Now, yes, I have boney bat wings that are decent scritchy scratchers, but there's an area of my back between my wings that they can't reach. However, I was in the kitchen washing dishes when this itchy back attack began. And I was going to grab the meat tenderizer to scratch my back (yes, some of us ponies occasionally eat meat. It's a contentious issue.), but then I saw--in the same pitcher/jug/vase thingie we keep various utensils and implements in--a black spatula. And I thought, I bet this will work as a back scratcher! And you know what? I was completely right. I scratched my back with that spatula and it felt incredibly amazing. And I wanted to share this experience with you, dear reader. And now I have.

Have a great night!

EDIT: I have just learned that the kitchen utensil I have been calling a spatula my entire life is in fact called a pasta ladle.
My life is a lie.