Saddleveil Plains Farmers Wanted!

[GingerbreadSpy]

One day, Honeydew received an additional letter among her usual mail. Normally, this was an interesting development that warranted her attention, but she had noticed, off-hoof, that it was from her parents. She had deadlines, travel arrangements, and a few interesting rumors in Manehattan to investigate. Reading and responding to a letter from her parents could wait.

A few days later, Honeydew returned to her apartment home in Manehattan to discover a distressed mailpony buried underneath a mountain of letters. They were all for her, and they were all from her parents. Unable to ignore a mountain of letters, Honeydew opened one. It read as follows:

Dearest Honeydew,

It's been one and a half months since you've written us. We're also still disappointed that you spent Hearth's Warming at our beloved farm searching for abominable snowponies. You could've at least invited your uncle to look with you. But that's neither here nor there. The point is we miss you so very, very much. We worry about you being in such a horribly big city all by yourself all the time. Won't you please visit? We want to know all about how you're doing and if you've met any special somepony yet. Surely, it wouldn't hurt to take a little time out of your busy city life to visit the ponies that raised you, cared for you, and nurtured you?

Love always,

Mommy and Daddy.

P.S. Your uncle Cantaloupe says hi.

The rest of the letters by her parents read exactly the same. Honeydew suspected something was up immediately. Usually, when her parents just wanted her to visit, they demanded it, down to specifying a date and time. This... this was a request and a guilt trip. That meant her parents didn't just want her to visit. They wanted something. Perhaps they were trying to hook her up with another random stallion they had only just met? It was anypony's guess. The other possibility was that her parents had been replaced by Changelings. This possibility was immediately dismissed upon closely inspecting the stationery and writing. So, there was only one way to find out what her parents wanted. She had to visit. She kept telling herself it was because she was curious and not because she actually felt guilty about anything. Oh no. She didn't feel guilty. At all. Really.

When she arrived at the farm in the "Middle of Nowhere, Equestria," she was greeted with quick pecks on both sides of her cheeks, a small explanation, instructions for running her family's melon farm, and packed bags. And then, dust. Honeydew had only been able to utter a loud, indignant, "I don't think so!" before her parents had taken off.

Of course, Honeydew could've just done the same thing and leave the farm in her uncle's hooves. She liked and trusted her uncle plenty enough... He could run the farm, and everything would work out great. It didn't take long before her conscience (which was definitely not a guilty one, not at all, really truly) reminded her that her uncle couldn't look after a plastic plant without something disastrous happening to it, let alone an entire farm.

But she didn't think SHE could run the farm, either. She hadn't worked on the farm since she was a filly, and it was all such boring, boring work. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed help. Every city and town in the Strand and the neighboring areas would soon find itself flooded in "HELP WANTED" notices that offered bits and board as a reward. Advertisements for unheard-of and non-existent melon products popped up everywhere. Propaganda posters touting the benefits of melons, melon farming, "UNCLE CANTALOUPE WANTS YOU TO FIGHT FOR YOUR MELON RIGHTS" left no building uncovered. The Daily Turnip, unaware that one of its journalists was behind all of this, wrote an article about a potential invasion from sentient melon monsters.

And Honeydew waited and hoped and tried to remember what basic farming and melon-raising techniques were.

[Zanderax]

"Farmarer to the Rescue!"

Farmarer was walking through Fillydelphia on a lazy Sunday afternoon. She loved the feeling of the wind flowing through her mane and the bright sun shining down on her. As she cantered through the town she began to think about what she would spend her holidays doing. She could go off into the wild and adventure but she had already done that so much that she would have to go a long way to find something new to explore. She could go back up to Ponyville like she did last year, but it had become very busy and over-crowded and she didn't want to be surrounded by ponies. Then she saw a light brown poster with thick black text hanging in HoneyChucks store window.

It read :

[colour=#282828] HELP WANTED! [/colour]

[colour=#282828] Payment in Bits and Board. [/colour]

[colour=#282828] [/colour][colour=#282828]Anypony with farming experience needed.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Cantaloupe Farm, Middle of Nowhere, Equestria.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Joy! Rapture! Ecstasy! A new friend who needed help on a farm. She could hardly wait to get going. First problem. Where in Equestra is Cantaloupe farm. She grabbed out a map from her [/colour]satchel [colour=#282828]carried on the side of her back and went to work.[/colour]

Well this was no help. How was she suppose to find where the farm is if it isn't listed?

Where is this mysterious farm in the middle of nowhere?

Then she spotted it!

[Revision Pending at Request of OP]