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// The Peanut Butter Jar 
// Story: One Shot per Page 
// by Apocalyptic Fries 
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	Rainbow carefully balanced a slice of white bread on one hoof as she held a knife with her opposite wing to slather it up with peanut butter. This is gonna be the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich EVER, she thought.
Rainbow would never admit to it, but she loved peanut butter. She would rarely admit to loving anything if it had nothing to do with flying, stunts, or the Wonderbolts. Perhaps her love for the spreadable edible was what gave her such a good memory – it was only that she was selective about what she remembered or cared about. Anytime she volunteered to help Applejack, she would then take a nap that conveniently overlapped with the time she was supposed to help AJ, after which she would remark, “Oh I remembered, I was just busy… napping. I have a very busy schedule, you know.”
Anyway, Rainbow carefully licked the dull butterknife with which she spread her peanut butter. On the other slice of bread, which lay on her plate, she had already smeared zap apple jam, her reward for the one time three weeks ago that she did bother to help Applejack out.
Rainbow had licked the butterknife with which she had spread the jam, but that time she didn’t forget she did that. This time, she did.
It only hit her as the gears turned in her head that she had just stuck the knife she had just licked back into the peanut butter jar.
She wasn’t in her own kitchen. She was in Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie also used peanut butter to bake, and she would be back any minute.
In a panic, Rainbow hid the jar and rushed to the marketplace to replace the peanut butter jar. Pinkie was just returning as she came back, but didn’t seem to suspect a thing as Rainbow put the suspiciously-full jar of peanut butter where the other one had been. She ate her sandwich without incident, and Pinkie remained none the wiser. When Pinkie Pie wasn’t looking, Rainbow tore a little bit of the label off and put it back where she hid it. Now there would be no mistaking it, and Rainbow mentally argued Pinkie would never look there.
The days came and went. As fond of peanut butter as she was, Rainbow was often put-off at the thought of having another sandwich as she knew she would have to use that jar, and other times she was tempted to use the fresh new one she had bought from the marketplace. She naturally didn’t like it when her saliva made its way to the peanut butter jar, which it had.
Finally, her jar was almost empty. Rainbow once again sat making her sandwich in Sugarcube Corner as Pinkie was out to buy some more flour for the day’s baking. The two were here today to make cupcakes; rumors went around as to what Pinkie’s secret ingredient for cupcakes was, and as a joke Rainbow had told those curious that she used, “the blood of the innocent.” It was now a private in-joke between the two, as their affectionate name for the red dye.
Rainbow finally got the last dregs of peanut butter out of the jar using a rubber spatula, and threw the nearly-clear jar into the trash… just as Pinkie Pie walked in through the door.
Pinkie looked at the trash can, then back at Rainbow, then back at the trash can. She recognized the slightly-defaced label, and realized Rainbow had used it for her sandwich.
“That’s my personal jar of peanut butter,” the pink one said. “You know I eat it right out of the jar using the same spoon, right? That’s why I have my own.”