“Aww, don’t you tell me that the mare that can fix anything doesn’t know how to change herself!”
“Will you help me out of this poopy diaper or not?” The brown pony yelled as a brush spread through her face, which only grew brighter as she realized what she had just said out loud. “I… asked you to help, not to talk!” She picked up the wrench she was holding with her mouth using her magic, and held it over her head in a way that would seem menacing if she wasn’t looking so meek.
“I’m just glad it was you. I honestly thought a sewage pipe had burst.”
“Not funny!” She yelled even louder, trotting in place in the fashion of a potty dance or, more accurately, a changing table dance as she had already emptied herself.
“Aw, don’t be grumpy. Come, we’ll get you all clean and happy in no time!”