Timid nodded and trotted over to the sorting belt. It seemed to be a better alternative to running in the wheel or crushing the apples in the vat. That sort of labor would have him worn out in no time flat and Cheerilee would like as not be carrying him away from the field trip like Latte did at the Wrap Up. "Okay, Miss Cheerilee! I'll get started right away!", he shouted after her with a wide smile as she stepped out of the room with Apple Bumpkin. He looked at Zecora and smiled shyly as she called for them to sort with her. The sorting was easy, pushing off the belt apples with bruises and ones that were too soft or wormy. "This is easy! I like sorting!", he exclaimed gaily, until the belt started to move so rapidly that he couldn't move fast enough to remove all the bad apples with just his hooves. "Hay! What is going on he-", he began to shout as he looked up and saw the events with the foals in the wheel play out. He shrunk back as he looked on in mixed horror and mirth. Even Zecora and Cheerilee got mixed up in the pile of foals that had been operating the wheel as a shout echoed across the farm. Timid shot up into the air, startled by the sudden noise, as the belt ground to a halt as well. Shivering, he backed away from the belt without checking his surroundings and fell into the vat! "Aaaaah!", he yelled as he fell and landed on Remington and Snips with a small grunt of pain. He then rolled off and into the mix of apples with a splash, stunned by the impact.