A black Zebra came passing by the bench, pulling a small cart of iron ore on his way from a mine. He was covered in dust from the hard work he put in that day as he disconnected the cart and took a seat on the bench where he saw a white pegasus reading a book. He nodded at him before looking into the sky. "Whew. Such a warm day." He said in his gruff Zebra accented voice as he looked at the ponies fighting in the meadow. "Never a dull moment..." He smirked as he watched on, taking a break from his work.