((Prompt: Cheerilee's big Spring Break plans.))

Rarity let out a long, weary sigh.

Standing next to her, Applejack added a grim chuckle. “You too, huh?”

The warm spring sun beat down on the two mares as they sat outside of the barn at Sweet Apple Acres. From within, a loud crash could be heard, followed by the sound of fillies giggling.

Rarity took a sip from her glass of iced apple cider. “I don't understand how she does it,” she said.

Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Cheerilee,” she replied, keeping her eyes leveled at the barn door. It rattled intermittently as the barn's occupants whizzed about. “I don't understand how she keeps up with this everyday.”

Applejack nodded in agreement. “The mare sure deserves a break.”

“Oh, she's a saint,” Rarity said. “She deserves a whole year off, if only it wouldn't drive the rest of us mad to give it to her.”

High, excited voices rose from the barn. “Cutie Mark Crusaders Woodcutters! Yaay!”

Applejack's eyes widened slightly, and she set her cup down on the grass. “'Scuse me for a moment,” she said, and dashed into the barn. She emerged a minute later with a sharp axe in her mouth and three disappointed fillies trailing in her wake.

She spoke through her grip on the wooden handle. “How's about y'all find yerselves a special talent that don't involve no sharp, heavy objects, 'kay?”

“Awww,” the fillies complained in unison.

Applejack buried the axe into an old stump and returned to her drink and Rarity. She took a deep swig.

Rarity watched the young ponies chase each other around the farm. Her eyelid flickered as one of them shouted, “Look, I found worms!”

Rarity shook her head. “Where did Cheerilee say she was going for her vacation, again?”

“Fuji,” Applejack answered. “I got a cousin there.”

Apple Bloom's ears perked up, and she rolled to her hooves. “Fuji? Is cousin Fiddlesticks comin' ta visit again?”

“No, I was sayin' that's where yer teacher is,” Applejack said. “Might be Miss Cheerilee bumps into her down there. Also, put that down. It's a post-hole digger, not a toy.”

“Sweetie Belle, if you must pick things like that up, use your hooves or your horn, not your mouth,” Rarity called to her sister. “You don't know where it's been.”

“Shfure I gnow where id'z been!”

Rarity sighed and took another long draw from her cider. “Fuji... That sounds nice.”

“Mmm,” agreed Applejack. “All that sun.”

“The soft sand...”

“Crashin' waves the only noise around...”

“The smell of coconut trees and—oh, dear, Scootaloo, look out for that—” Rarity raised her hoof in warning.

A terrific crash made both mares wince. “I'm okay!” the orange filly called from beneath the rubble and dust clouds.

Rarity and Applejack each took a deep gulp of cider.

“I'm glad Cheerilee gets this break, I really am,” Rarity said as the Cutie Mark Crusaders whirled around each other excitedly. “But when the schoolteacher gets a break...”

“...that's when the work starts for the rest of us,” finished Applejack.

The fillies cheered in unison. “Cutie Mark Crusaders Cattle-rustlers! Yaay!”