I walked down the carpeted stairs and my feet hit some stained tiles that signaled the beginning of the kitchen. Much to my startled gaze, I saw Aunt Cathy doing the dishes.
This in itself was decidedly odd. The fully-horse would dip her mouth into the sink and produce a wet plate. Then one of her front legs would rise, wearing a strange brush strapped to her hoof, and she would vigorously scrub the plate before lowering her leg. To finish, she would deposit the plate into the drain tray in the sink to her right. I watched this for several minutes.
A horse doing the dishes. That was a new one.
I wondered how Sara and her new beau were working out, and my mind began to wander as I watched Aunt Cathy. I wondered what would happen if I altered her some more. Mischief began to rise in me. I decided to keep having fun with my ring.
I silently wished for Aunt Cathy, like Sara, to be aware of any wishes I made from now on. Now, the question was what I wanted to do to her...