Chapter 3 – Working is like doing stuff without fun
The trot from Sweet Apple acres has come to its end as the later day sun continues to peek over the mountains in the distance. Its ray pound to my dark gray coat, leaving my body with a nice warm feel that almost makes me want to stay outside a little longer. Luckily though that insane thought comes to an end as I finally bring my mind to reality. I quickly take notices of my house and begin to bring my trot up a little more.
Sure the dark wood made house is a little out of the way, especially for somepony who takes a bit more time to get places. But, not having to deal with a lot of neighbors and being able to keep a well tended to garden is always a plus. As that thought stay to my mind I shift my eyes to the brown, shriveled up roses and tulips that poke out just enough from the back of the house to been seen in front, "Ah good, almost ready."
I hold my eyes to the plants for a moment as I bring my hoof to the door. However, it is at this point I realized something...It is unlocked.
With a quick push of my hoof I bring the door to my house open as I dart inside. My eyes scan the table I was working at earlier, I lock to the book as I speak up to the one other creature that lays somewhere in the house, "Spider Mane! Why is my book out!?"
Like I expected, no answer comes up and I bring my trot to the table as I spark my horn up. The book floats next to me as I look around the floor to make sure my faithful little do nothing is not in my path, "...Look Spider Mane, I have the book and you're no where to be seen!?"
As I continue my walk into the kitchen I swing my head around the mostly clean counter tops, "Spider Mane i'm starting to think that- *Crunch*."
The sound shoots my ears up and my head down as I look to the spider legs that involuntarily twitch beneath my firmly planted hoof, "AH!!"
I wiggle my hoof as the smashed mass of spider guts fall back to the floor, "W-what were you doing there you dumb spider!? W-what were your thinking??" My voice is quick and my legs shake a little, most out of annoyance though as I slowly float the open next to my face and open it.
The mass of spider legs continue to twitch on the floor as I give a little huff, "Maybe next time you will not get in my way, yes?" I shake my head as I turn my attention to the right of the kitchen where the few locked spice cabinet sits high up on the wall, luckily though my magic has no height limit as I open it and bring the jar I wanted out.
As the jar of dark blue strains of mane with the label, not spaghetti floats over to my I speak up again, all the while continuing to just blankly stare to the dying spider on the ground, "Really this is your fault..."
My magic makes quick work jar's cap as I pull out a good sized clump of the dark blue mane. With the hair now in my ever straining magical grip I quickly bring my head to the page in the book I have book marked with a bright red strip of paper that holds one of the spider's originally eight legs to it.
I shake my head as I speak up, "I really am considering leaving you like this...But, then I would have nothing to yell at." I cock my eyes back to the mass of spider guts as I float down the clump of mane and single spider leg. The blue glow of my magic takes on a purple shine as I run through the spell on the book that I have learned to master.
The mane sparks up in a low orange flame that slowly burns away into the center where the spider leg was placed. Within a few moments the mane and leg have been completely engulfed in the small controlled flame, and after a few more seconds my magic flashes a little brighter as I now stare unamused.
Where the broken and squashed spider laid now sits the normal eight legged saucer sized brown taranchula.
My magic lowers to the room to hold only the empty jar and the book as I sigh a little weaken, "Ugh...I'm too small to do spells..." That fact dwells a little in my mind, but I extend my hoof as I speak up, "Come one Spider Mane get on my hoof. You should be five percent smarter now, so you should know why I need you..."
The spider slowly brings its legs forward as its shaky and slightly lop sided walk comes to my hoof. As the hairy and slightly tickelly legs come to my hoof's center I bring my three legged trot up as I now turn my attention to a clear spot on the counter.
I float the book and jar down as I raise my hoof to the counter, "Now get off of my hoof, you were dead a few seconds ago."
The spider slowly moves from my hoof and towards the counter. However, before it can scurry away my magic comes around it like a cone of blue that now traps the spider in one spot.
I clear my throat as I open one of the drawers that sit in front of me, my eyes quickly roll over the various labeled spoons and knives. But it only takes me a moment to located the white tape that says, No Use.
My magic comes over the knife as I turn my attention back to the spider, the cone of blue that held it in place drops as I speak up, "Leg."
The spider's legs with drawl a little closer to its body as I just roll my eyes, "It will be the knife or the spoon."
The words do little to the spider as it blankly just stares to something in front of it.
"Alright...I'm going to spoon you." As I turn my head a little the spider's legs extend as I smile, "Good, now do not move."
"On three..." I bring the kine over the tip of the further sprawled out leg as I clear my throat, "Three..."
The knife quickly comes down to sever the leg as the spider jumps a little and starts to run away on the counter. I watch a little confused as I speak up, "What? I said three?"
I shrug the words off as I float the new spider leg into the book and quickly close it. The knife floats back to the drawer as I turn back to the locked cabinet to place the book away.
However, as I put the book back I hold my eyes to the empty jar, "Oh great...Empty."
I sigh as I float the jar up and then turn back towards the room behind me, "Oh well, I had to go to the library anyways."
I hold my gaze to the clean and neat dark blue couch in the room a little in front of the empty fire place as I speak up, "Now Spider Mane, while I am gone you are to guard my house...Bite anypony that comes in understood? And do not let me catch that black widow in here...Or I will let her eat your face."
As my commands come down I turn my eyes to the saddle bag that sits on the couch as I bring it up and around me. With the bag now around me I turn my attention to the book on the side table underneath the magically run lamp as I bring the book up to read the title, How to train your ferret by Strokes.
I squint to the book title, but I shrug it off as I float it to a side pocket. As I do this I dig my hoof to the special compartment on the right as I pull out a slip of paper with a few strains of the same blue mane poking out from the folded paper, "Goodbye Spider Mane."
As my words ring out my magic sparks up to the paper, and the enchanted teleportation spell I crafted on it runs its course as the room becomes a cloud of rushing magic.
End of chapter 3