Breakfast - Brooms

>You are Shimmer Light.
>And you can't find it.
>You're currently at the marketplace, and you can't find a single broom.
>Not even one.
>You desperately need one to be able to clean your house correctly.
>Well, you don't technically need to clean your house ever, because no one ever sees it, but you like cleaning around.
>You have to make sure your house is always better than everyone else's.
>They may never know of your superiority, but you don't really care.
>As long as you know...
>... Seriously, you've been searching for a broom for quite some time.
>Your last broom... broke unexpectedly.
>It certainly wasn't thrown against a wall.
>... You aren't sure breaking it that way is actually possible...
>But it happened, which only heightened your anger.
>The extreme lack of brooms is making it even worse.
>Why, in a village filled to the brim with dust-collectors, is there not-
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see one.
>A beautiful, golden-handled broom.
>But... it's moving. No, being carried.
>It belongs to someone else now.
>...
>Her.
>Hexferry is presumably on her way home, ecstatic about buying such a beauty of a cleaning supply.
>Your anger now has a direction.
>That's unhealthy.
>... But you continue to hate her while also continuing your search.
>...
>You return to you house after quite the experience.
>Apparently, there was some sort of party happening in the marketplace, which made your quest much more difficult than it needed to be.
>Then it got dark.
>At some point, a pony you couldn't identify due to the darkness tried to wrap their foreleg around you.
>Though, they may have just been stretching.
>You dodged it nonchalantly, so it never became an actual problem.
>... But it was all worth it.
>You and your new broom agree it was worth wasting an entire day searching, because your broom is even more amazing than the horrid one Hexferry bought earlier.
>Even the things you buy are better than everyone else.