The prompt: Choose at least one of the following.
Applejack takes a day off work and parties hard.
Fluttershy will not be taking any of your shit.
Pinkie Pie enjoys some peace and quiet.
Rainbow Dash gets a full treatment at the spa.
Rarity has fun getting her hooves dirty.
Twilight Sparkle has nothing planned today.
Spike gets up at the crack of dawn.
You know, I do wonder how I get myself into these things.
I’m standing in front of the house where Sweetie Belle still lives with Mother and Father. An absolutely demolished flowerbed is in front of me, and I am surrounded by lovely little plants and less lovely gardening tools and - ugh! - mulch. My dear family is out of town, having gone to some sort of music fair or other for Sweetie’s birthday, and I have taken it upon myself to prepare a surprise for my sister while they’re gone.
(I got the idea from Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, actually; I heard them talking about how Sweetie had taken a shine to bellflowers of late, and how they wanted to have a bed of them waiting for her birthday. Unfortunately it seems they are not destined to have Cutie Marks in landscaping - I did mention the demolished flowerbed, did I not?)
In any case, the bellflowers will not plant themselves. It was perhaps silly to try to do this myself instead of asking Applejack or even Fluttershy, but - for Sweetie.
"For Sweetie," I mutter, steeling myself. At least my refined tastes mean only the finest bellflowers - purple, pink, and white, naturally! - and I can place them in the most exquisite of arrangements!
And so I use my magic to lift the… egh… thingy… trowel, is it? Yes. I lift the trowel, break the soil, and plant the first little flower. I start to pile a bit of mulch around it, and—
Eeyuugh! Tragedy! It’s all over my hooves and it’s—
Oh. Hm. Delightfully moist and cool, actually. And I know that it’s very fine mulch as it’s from Apple family leaves and wood.
All right. Not so bad. Next flower.
The ground is damp, and I slip a bit in the mud. My forehooves plow into it and… oh. Well. That’s rather nice. I lift a hoof, and I can’t help giggling at the squelch—
Oops. I cover my mouth briefly with a knee.
And then I squelch down again, giggling like a naughty foal. Like Pinkie Pie, even!
Oh this is going to be fun after all! I can just think of it as a bit of spa treatment combined with design! Two of my favorite things!
And before I know it I’m laughing and prancing, moving flowers here and there, hardly noticing as my tail trails in the mud. The squishing feels rather nice under one’s hooves once one is resigned to it, and each arrangement of the plants is better than the last, and - I must admit - I do rather like how bright the clean parts of my hide look against the dark mud, and—
“Rarity?”
I’ve been discovered. Calamity!
I turn slowly to see my family staring. All three of them slack-jawed, and who could blame them? Oh I am a sight!
It was Sweetie who spoke, and she comes cautiously forward, looking at me and then the bellflowers. Her flowers.
"For me?” she asks cautiously after a moment, looking impossibly sweet with her wide eyes and her nigh-disbelieving expression. I smile, and raise a hoof to carefully daub mud on her snout.
"For you."
She goes briefly cross-eyed looking at that mud.
And then she shrieks in joy, breaking the spell still holding our parents in shock, and before I know it all four of us are chasing each other through the mud, laughing and shouting like unruly schoolfoals.
Most undignified.
And… well, Celestia forbid they tell anyone about this, but I must say I would not trade it for anything.