Little Thoughts

by paperhearts

... and You'll Never Work a Day in Your Life (Sassy Saddles)

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.