Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2012 3:02:47 GMT -6
The sound of Braeburn's hoofsteps was muffled by the dusty ground as he strode into town, a little puff of dust forming with each step. What wasn't muffled was the creaking sound of the wagon filled with barrel upon barrel of apples. The apple farmer was bringing in yet another fine haul from the orchards. It was early morning when he pulled his wagon to a stop in front of the tall clock tower. The sun wasn't very high in the sky yet, and the air still had a coolness to it. The day's weather could tip either way though. It could be a warm one, or cool if the wind picked up. Either way the summer heat was gone, and the winter chill had yet to arrive.
Braeburn got to work quickly before he could ponder the weather for too long. Once he was unhitched from his wagon, he lowered the tailgate and set two planks of wood against it. The barrels were rolled off in groups, and each group was delivered to certain store fronts. He knew some were meant to be sold as is, some to be turned into juice, and others would be baked. One way or another they'd all get eaten up eventually. With the wagon unloaded it was then time to get it filled up all over again. This time the wagon was loaded up with supplies he needed for the orchard, himself, and a few odds and ends for some of the ponies that worked with him. He had the wagon, and the time. It was no trouble for him to save a trip for a friend.
Once he had everything all packed up Braeburn turned to look at the town. It had grown so much in such a short amount of time. It was hard to believe that it wasn't that long ago the area was all flat land before. What had been barren land had turned into a row of tents, and those tents were replaced with buildings. Sure each building was a simple box to begin with, but everyone of them now had their own unique facade to them. There were also houses with yards, and a train station. He doubted if there was a single pony in Canterlot or Cloudsdale who could look around their town and get the same feeling of accomplishment he felt.
Braeburn's admiring was cut short as an angry growl reached his ears. "Hush now ya' hear." he said as he looked down at his stomach. "Ah know yer empty. Ah reckon its time to go fix that now." With that the light gold pony began to trot in the direction of the small hotel the town had. It had a dining hall that made the establishment double as a restaurant. If there were any new ponies in town he didn't know about he was sure he'd probably see them there. Unless somepony had a place to be, the hotel was just about the first place every new pony visited.
Braeburn got to work quickly before he could ponder the weather for too long. Once he was unhitched from his wagon, he lowered the tailgate and set two planks of wood against it. The barrels were rolled off in groups, and each group was delivered to certain store fronts. He knew some were meant to be sold as is, some to be turned into juice, and others would be baked. One way or another they'd all get eaten up eventually. With the wagon unloaded it was then time to get it filled up all over again. This time the wagon was loaded up with supplies he needed for the orchard, himself, and a few odds and ends for some of the ponies that worked with him. He had the wagon, and the time. It was no trouble for him to save a trip for a friend.
Once he had everything all packed up Braeburn turned to look at the town. It had grown so much in such a short amount of time. It was hard to believe that it wasn't that long ago the area was all flat land before. What had been barren land had turned into a row of tents, and those tents were replaced with buildings. Sure each building was a simple box to begin with, but everyone of them now had their own unique facade to them. There were also houses with yards, and a train station. He doubted if there was a single pony in Canterlot or Cloudsdale who could look around their town and get the same feeling of accomplishment he felt.
Braeburn's admiring was cut short as an angry growl reached his ears. "Hush now ya' hear." he said as he looked down at his stomach. "Ah know yer empty. Ah reckon its time to go fix that now." With that the light gold pony began to trot in the direction of the small hotel the town had. It had a dining hall that made the establishment double as a restaurant. If there were any new ponies in town he didn't know about he was sure he'd probably see them there. Unless somepony had a place to be, the hotel was just about the first place every new pony visited.