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My apologies on this. When I originally started the rail project, Froggybottom Preserve hadn't been established yet. By the time I got the track to touch ground after crossing the lake between it and Canterlot, the signs had been placed. I stopped my project there and then while i tried to figure out an easy way for a non-flier, like me, to raise the track so that it went OVER the preserve and not THROUGH it. Around that time, Danton said he'd build a rail system and I have to admit I was impressed by his previous works. I'm actually really honored he kept the original train station I made and kept the track design. So after that I abandoned the project with the intent of going back to demolish it at some point. Instead, I ended up shifting all of my attention towards clearing ground for Appleloosa (which reminds me that I need to look through this thread for that minecraft planner download). Once the Jingling Satchel Repair Shop is ready in Ponyville, I'll return to Appleloosa and start working on more of those buildings. - On another note - The end tracks in Ponyville have come under a few creeper attacks. I've fought them off with no damage to the station itself. I was wondering if you wanted me to build a station like the one in Canterlot, or did you have a design in mind you wanted to try?

A friend once told me that she thought I looked like a huge bear... well, a teddy bear, but I'm not going to split hairs about it. Said I looked intimidating but that when you got past it that I was rather hugable and cudly. Another friend once told me I looked like a wolf on the hunt. Couldn't get him to elaborate on that beyond him saying, "you just strike me as a wolf and you always seem ready for something." Don't know what he meant by that. My reflex are horrible. Heck, you could yell out "Watch out! That car is coming at you lest than a mile an hour from two block away!" and I probably wouldn't react till I was sprawled on the hood of it. Guess if you put them together, you I resemble a bea-olf? Wol-ear? *shrug*

One part stands out to me in this episode... Dear Princess Celestia, Ah'wanted to share my thoughts with you...*ahem*... I DIDN'T LEARN ANYTHING! I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! :lol: :lol: :lol: They should have shown Princess Celestia reading that letter! The look on her face would have been priceless!! And the music that followed that with Applejack skipping along? AWESOME :kissy: :kissy: :kissy: The Flim Flam Brother's music number? Simply catchy as hay!

A rather tired looking, and slightly mumbling pony, was making his way through the marketplace pulling an empty cart. By most standards, at least of those ponies at the marketplace on a regular basis, a pony pulling an empty cart was an odd sight since most ponies at the market with carts had goods to sell inside those carts. Still, this particular pony did have something to sell, or rather, deliver so he could get paid. Klondike had spent an all-nighter finishing up two repair orders that had been dropped off earlier in the week. In fact, the cart he was pulling, unlike himself, looked brand-spanking new from top to bottom. The reason for that was simple; the cart had been one of the things that needed to be repaired. Or rather, rebuilt… “Sweet Celestia *yawn* I never thought I’d finish this on time…” Klondike commented more to himself than anypony in particular. “Not sure what this customer was expecting. I mean, who brings a bucket filled with shattered pieces of wood and asks a pony to fix what’s left of her cart?... She was cute though.” He stopped for a second as he suppressed another yawn. “Well, I guess escaping from a mantacore in exchange for a destroyed cart is a fair trade...” Klondike, not seemingly content anymore with just standing in the middle of the road hitched to a cart, sat down on his haunches as he began to further contemplate the repair order. Some ponies soon began to grumble about as they were forced to walk around him and his cart as he absentmindedly continued to mumble to himself. “Suppose though, rebuilding the cart fulfills her request…” He brought up a hoof to tap on his chin. “Seems more than fair for just a hundred bits... Think a new cart this size goes for eight hundred bits…” He continued to mumble for a few seconds before looking back at the cart he was hitched and smiling. “Well, repair ponies help other ponies... And a brand new cart for only a hundred bits, well, I’d say that's plenty helpful. *YAWN* Not as helpful as a huge pot of coffee would be right now. I’m out of sugar though…” Klondike’s right ear suddenly began to twitch in the direction of a particular honey stand and after a few seconds of him pondering a solution to his lack of sugar, his gaze eventually followed the twitching. “Hmm, honey is sweet… maybe I could try something different.” Klondike thought to himself as he looked at the sign above the stand, not paying attention to anything else in particular. He smiled as he finally stood up and made his way to the honey stand on the side of the road, cart and all right behind. He pulled up right next to a familiar giant red pony, creating a bigger road block with the cart, and proceeded to sit on his haunches as he began to openly debate to himself the pros and cons of honey as a sugar substitute in coffee. He absentmindedly placed his fore-hooves on top of the counter and began to tap his chin and the counter simultaneously. “But if honey goes great on hay pancakes, and coffee goes great with hay pancakes… shouldn’t honey go great with coffee too? But coffee are beans and honey taste awful with beans just like that time I-”

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We're only up by 30k!? What is wrong with us Bronies?! COME ON! LET'S MAKE IT A NICE EVEN 100K! When does the voting end? I'm sure we can do it by then!

So we use the month and the date, or it it the colors that match the month and the date? I mean, it looks simple but- *Tap on the shoulder* Oh? Hello officer. What can I do for you? "You mind telling me why you're tied up to this small filly?" Oh, its because I'm forever tied to Apple Bloom. *Blank stare* Well, you see, my birth month and date matched this scenario and... *continuous blank stare* Umm... We were playing cowponies and buffalo and we got caught? "Come with me to the station sir. You are under arrest for foalnapping." Well, I'd hardly call it foalnapping seeing as we're both tied toge- *baton wack* OW! Wait! I can explain *wack* OW STOP! *WACK* Oh Celestia! My Knee! I was only doing as the internet comanded! *WACK*

My contribution to charity is going outside every day and grazing the world with my awesomely good looks ... ... ... ... What? Okay fine... Geez, can't even rub my own ego. I used to be more active when I was younger. Visit senior homes, donations, food banks, etc... Now though, I hardly have enough time and even less cash to do anything I'd consider charitable. I did volunteer at the local food bank about a month ago and I took a small part in the toy drives this past holiday. Couldn't give much though.

OH! So they're like miniature oranges? No wonder I couldn't find any. I was looking for something exotic... with spikes... and maybe fuzzy. I don't know, kind of hard to look for something when you don't know what it is. But come on! With a name like kumquat, what else am I supposed to think? Also, I lasted about two minutes on each of those videos... I think the use of Pinkie Pie to extract intel should be outlawed under the Geneva Convention. Just saying s'all

Cherrychanga and Kumquat for me. Thanks to this episode, I made chimichangas for dinner that day. If I had cherries though, I might have been adventurous. Kumquat... what the hay is a kumquat? Is it even in the produce section? Cause I looked and looked and couldn't find one.

Three students helping their devoted teacher fall in love with a hard working farmer that posses a quiet sage-like wisdom? I-I have an inexplicable desire to watch this. Actually, I have an urge to watch all the episodes, but this one is taking the highlight spot on my list.

Klondike had almost finished picturing the newly rebuilt barn in his mind’s eye. However, the onslaught of muttering and hoof movements had yet to die down. It was very likely that his mind had shifted gears towards another project waiting for him back at his shop. A sudden poke caused him to startle a bit, letting out a sudden yelp, and he immediately found himself looking at the upside down, raised eyebrow expression of Big Macintosh. "Ah reckon ya'all would be able t'do a better job right side up!... S'how I usually prefer to work, at least!" Klondike’s expression quickly changed from surprise to amusement as he listened to the giant red pony talk and made no effort to right himself up, instead just continuing to lay on his back strapped to his satchels and bags. “Mr. Big Macintosh... No, that doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Mr. Big Mac? Mr. Mac? Mr. Big?...” Klondike brought up, or rather, down a dangling hoof to scratch at his chin as he looked at Big Mac appraisingly. “Well you are big, and heavy. But I reckon you might be right about being right side up.” He gave his chin a few more taps before turning to look at the barn again. “I do like a challenge though…” He finished off with a toothy upside down grin, his right ear twitching and tugging at the bandages furiously as it tried to draw his attention to the newly arrived ponies. Klondike though misinterpreted the twitching and instead looked at Big Mac again. “Hey, she got you too?” He said pointing a hoof at his bandages. Without waiting for a reply, he began to reach towards his own belly to tug at the bandages wrapped around it, trying to remove them. “Dat little pony with dhe little white hat wifh de cross on it foalnapped me on dhe way cho my shop after dhe fire…” With an exasperated sigh, he finally gave up and let go of the bandages, no longer impeding his speech, and let his head dangle atop his bags. “Dragged me inside a building with some really squeaky beds and began wrapping me up. She kept saying it looked like I hit my head.” Klondike suddenly stopped in his tale as he cocked his head to the side a bit in thought. “Odd… the more I talked to her, the more convinced she was that I've hit my head way too mu-” Klondike stopped talking again, this time with a more severely confused expression across his muzzle. He was no longer looking at an upside down barn or Big Mac like he had when he started his tale, but instead he was looking at an upside down purple unicorn with pink streaks in her mane. Klondike had been so caught up in his tale that he hadn’t even noticed Applejack rotate him around so that he was facing Twilight. “Oh… Hello Miss ummm…” He paused for a minute as he looked past Twilight at the other gathered ponies, a sudden realization dawning on him. “Seven. That’s seven including yourself… Seven able ponies.” Klondike simply looked back at Twilight, then at Applejack, and then at the gathered ponies. Without a word, he reached back towards his side and began to undo the straps to his satchels and bags. Within a few seconds, he rolled off his bags and landed on the ground with a slight thump before picking himself up into a sitting position in front of everypony. “Seven able ponies for what?” He looked at Applejack for a few seconds before he remembered what he was at the farm for. “OH! Right, right…” Klondike immediately sprang up to his hooves and began digging through his satchels. He pulled out five hardhats, just like the one he had. He set two aside and immediately picked one of those up in his muzzle and placed it on top of Twilight’s head. He frowned a bit as he watched it wobble atop her horn and then removed it, quickly going back to his bags to pull out a small hoof cranked drill which he then used to make an extra hole in the hat. He did the same for the other hardhat he set aside and then began to place them on top of the gathered ponies’ heads, Applejack included. “Perfect, I have enough hats for every able pony. Could have sworn I brought six hats, but I seem to be missing one.” He paused for a second as he found his gaze inexplicably drawn to a bush, his right ear constantly twitching towards it. He then turned his gaze to the ponies wearing a hardhat, making a motion with his hooves as if counting digits... Twilight, Big Mac, Applejack, Holly Dash, and Mojo. “Yup, seven able ponies for the job.” With a content look, and obviously ignoring the fact that his math was way off, he once again began digging through his bags and soon enough began to pull out tools and pieces of paper with pictures of the barn drawn out. Within a few minutes, his satchels were empty and tools lay across the ground neatly organized. He had even pulled out a small folding table which he now stood behind of. “Okay, Construction 101… Safety. You must wear your hardhat at all times. A pony with a hardhat is a happy pony." He paused for a second as he smiled at the gathered ponies. "My teacher taught me that one." He said with a wink before continueing. "If you remove your hardhat while inside that barn, I will duct tape it to your head.” He brought out a roll of duct tape and set it on top of the table and smiled at everypony. "That one I thought up myself after the Running of the Leaves race. Funny thing, it seemed like such a good idea at the time, ductaping my number to my flank, but then when I tried to take it off I peeled my fur number and all. Took a while for..." After a few more minutes of safety talk (as well as tangents with no revelance), such as being aware of your surroundings, putting away tools, keeping a relatively clean workspace, etc, etc. He was ready to lay out the plans for the rebuilding of the barn. “So any questions, comments, concerns, ideas, final wishes, berries or fruit salads before we-” He paused for a second with a confused expression on his muzzle. “Odd, why am I thinking of berries and a fruit salad?” His right ear was twitching towards Holly Dash as questioned himself about it.

Star Trek followed by the last Harry Potter movie.

Don't think I've ever been as hesitant to click on a topic in this forum as I was with this one... Nifty! But umm... I'll just stick to my apple pies thank you very much.

Oh sweet Celestia YES! My sheep farms will live again while I'm out building Appleloosa! *grabs sheers*

Ah love... As confussing and maddening as it is wonderful and uplifting. Love can be many different things to different people. Love for one's country, love for yourself, love for another... You could ask dozens of different people and get dozens of different answers. Love remains a mystery while remaining a fact of life. A curse and a blessing, a crime and a gift. Love can come and go and leave devastation and miracles in its wake. When it lingers, it can be marvelous and painful, just as when it suddenly vanishes. Love can be so many different things. It can be right and wrong. A cure and an illness. The one constant thing it is though... Love is reciprocal. We give our love and make ourselves vulnerable in the hopes, plain as day or burried deep beneath, that we in turn will receive it as well. That is what a I believe about love. When one loves something or someone without getting loved back, it can be the cruelest and most painful of experiences. But at the same time, its an experience none the less. Experiences define us, make us stronger and hopefully better individuals. We learn from them and take small lessons, good and bad, and walk forward with hopes of doing better the next time around. Nothing that teaches us is a waste, whether it be good or bad. So, when somepony asks if you can be in love with a non-real thing or person, this is the mindset with which I approach and give my answer... Yes, you could. But it is non-reciprocal.

In a rare moment of clarity, Klondike had yet to become fully emerged in his work. “Hmm?” He looked up and away from the piece of wood he was carving and looked at Shanna with a questioning look. “Am I wagging my tail because of a craving?” He paused for a second as he looked at the Pegasus twins and then back at the piece of wood. Well, maybe one day he’s learn to pay attention. “OH! Yes, yes it is a wagon part that I’m carving.” He said in the same tone he had before, the obvious misunderstanding not fazing him in the slightest. Or perhaps it had already faded away in that absentminded mind of his. He gave the piece of wood a few more glides with his tool before he began to speak again. “It’s a felloe for a wagon wheel. Miss Zacora’s wagon wheel to be exact. Think I might finish this up and take the wagon to her house…” He paused for a second as he brought up a hoof to his chin and began to rub it while he spoke more to himself than anypony in particular. “Think she lives in the forest or something like that… Dunno, could be fun.” He quickly got back to work and within seconds his ear was twitching furiously in the direction of the furnace which now had an ominous orange glow coming from it. The heat from it was starting to spread into the open workspace. Klondike however, continued to work on the piece of wood with his back towards it. Before long though, he sprang up from his table and turned in the direction of the Pegasus twins, inches from Hoss’s muzzle. “Hey! My haunches are warm! That means the furnace should be ready for that brass.” He paused for a second as he looked at the Pegasus in front of him. “OH, right, I have company… Probably shouldn’t be commenting about toasty haunches. Still…” He unhooked the glide tool from his hoof and made his way towards the furnace where he immediately dug his head into a nearby bin and re-emerged wearing an odd black mask made out of rubber. Where the eyes should be, there were two pieces of glass as dark as charcoal and the muzzle was adorned with a pair of metallic tongs that seemed to stick out from within the mask. “Care to see how your telescope is repaired?” He asked in a somewhat muffled voice as the black mask’s muzzle moved and the metallic tongs waggled.

*crash* Woops... I broke something, but I don't know what it is.

*looks at own bare foot, wiggles toes* Meh... I appreciate you Conor. You found my shoe but umm... keep it. Also... Are we limited on likes? This is new to me. I didn't know likes had a quantity. That's like, so odd. I mean, if I like something, I should be able to like it indefinately. If somepony doesn't like that, well then, they can do whatever they like. (Did I use up all my likes yet? I can add more sentences)

*walks by with torn clothes and minus a shoe* Well, that was entertaining. Chutulu was a foal to try and take me on. Hmm, I seem to be missing a shoe. Anypony seen it?

*Returns tired from work* So hey ponies, what's going onOMGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *begins to fight off Chutulu tentacle* OH SWEET CELESTIA! I've seen enough anime to know where this is going! HELP!

You know, its funny, but I always read these and I can't help but feel a bit jealous that everypony seems to be finding fellow Bronies in the oddest places. That was until today though when I was on my lunch break at work... Me - *Coming back from food court with food and heading towards back door* "Hey boss, did I miss anyt-" Boss - *talking to guy with a red Derpy shirt on* Me - *fighting off urge to rush up and brohoof guy in front of everypony. Instead, walk up next to boss and wait quietly...* Boss - *still talking to guy* Me - *Notice another customer looking at me with intent to ask question. I gringe and head into the back to stuff food down my throat and remove nametag.* By the time I was done chocking, having attempted to swallow my food like a penguin, I went outside and the guy was gone. Feeling that I was denied an awesome opportunity, I ventured out again from my store to go buy some comfort food. But, as I'm walking back to my store with 3 twinkies in hand... Me - "Darn... I got like 3 minutes left on my brea-" *notice same guy stepping away from juice stand. Rush over towards him* Derpy - *sudden confused stop* Me - "Hey dude, awesome shirt! Brohoof!" *extend out fist* Derpy - "Huwhat?" *Engage in awkward Brohoof* Me - "O...kay, umm, oh, AJ is best pony though, I think" *fall back on classic Brony conversation topics* Derpy - "..." Me - "..." *motion to start walking away." Derpy - "Wait! You know what this shirt means?" Me - *stop* "Huh? Yeah, I-" Derpy - "Are you a Brony?!" Me - "Eeeyup!" Derpy - "Awesome! Its such an awesome show! Its like an antidepresant!" Me - " Right?! It's so cool! Still... AJ is best pony though." *glance at watch an notice I'm a minute late* "Shoot, err, again, awesome shirt! Brohoof me brony!" *engage in a more respectable Brohoof - each begin walking away.* Derpy - "Pinkie all the way!" Me - *sudden stop* "Eeeshe's got her charm..." I think I either surprised the heck out of him or it was just a really ackward encounter. Still, point is that it felt so awesome to meet another Brony outside of a Meetup group.

Me thinks I just got called old... And I have a vague recollection of a war. Curse my old brain. They's no good for storing no more. Think I was a double agent. Or was it a triple expresso. Welp, ti's all irrevelant. I await my party... You guys better have pin the tail on the pony =_=

Ugh, I have to work early in the morning. I probably won't get to see the new episode till I come back in the evening. So, what's going on in here now? Last time I read something about a picture and now its about glasses and the upcoming new episode. May I vote to make a derailed move towards Peruvian street musicians? No particular reason. I just think guinea pigs are awesome.

Oh good! Then I don't have to read anything up to this point. I get to be lazy I have to admit some confusion to the alicorn pic. But hey, random is random, right?