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// Rarara is Forced to do the Washing Up 
// Story: Rarara Reports 
// by VitalSpark 
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"Oh, the injustice," wailed Rarity.

"We all have to help around the house," said Hondo, looking up from the newspaper.

Rarity plunged her hooves into the hot water. "Just you wait! In another two years I'll be able to move out of this dump. I'll start my own boutique. I'll make fabulous dresses. I'll be on the front cover of every magazine. Hoity Toity, Trenderhoof, Sapphire Shores — they'll all be clamouring to wear my designs!"

"Sure, they will, darling," said Cookie Crumbles, filing her hoof.

Rarity slammed the clean saucepan onto the draining board, and picked up a teacup, wiping around the rim with a sponge before rinsing it off in the steaming water. "I will! And I won't have to do any housework!"

"No?" asked Cookie.

"No, I'll get a cat, and she can do all the housework."

Cookie looked confused. "I'm not sure that cats do housework."

"A dragon then," said Rarty, putting the last of the dishes on the draining board and pulling the plug out of the sink.

Hondo looked up from his paper again. "Aren't dragons a bit too big?"

Rarity towelled off her hooves. "A baby dragon!"

Hondo raised his eyebrows. "Why would a dragon want to do your housework?"

Rarity started up the stairs. "Because maybe he could see my potential! Dear Celestia, would you look at my wrinkled hooves?! I'm going right upstairs to…"