Pony was in a deep slumber when she heard someone knock on her door this morning, so in curiosity, she got up, and opened the door.
To her surprise it was Vesta.
The large woman looked at Pony with a huge smirk on her face and she only chuckled.
"Today is the Harvest Festival and I thought you would like to join us today. Since the both of us grow crops and all. Marlin and Celia were just getting ready for the festival, we have it every year at the bar," Vesta explained as she couldn't stop chuckling.
Pony only nodded and Vesta guided Pony back to her place.
Vesta unlocked the door as both women walked into the house and saw Marlin gathering some crops by the kitchen.
"Marlin, Pony is going to help us with the harvesting," Vesta stated and she walked up to Marlin.
"Cool," Marlin muttered with no excitement in his voice.
Pony walked by them and she saw an enormous amount of crops on the counter.
The rancher couldn't believe her eyes; she was jealous of them; jealous of how they were able to grow so much more crops than her.
"Well, I'm sure Celia is preparing everything upstairs, I'll go help you," Vesta told them as she walked up the stairs.
Marlin started to cut up some tomatoes with a huge knife and he avoided all eye contact with Pony.
Pony just watched him cut while she had no expression on her face.
Her blank eyes just stared at him and she suddenly noticed how muscular he was.
He suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that she was staring at him.
"Um," he mumbled awkwardly as he looked away quickly and then said harshly, "are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to help me?"
Pony only shrugged and Marlin scowled.
He handed her a huge cutting knife and she held it.
Marlin continued to cut; however, he just saw Pony standing there and staring at the knife.
He felt like growling at her and he sighed, "Just come over here already."
Pony walked over to him by the counter and he grabbed her wrist that was holding the knife.
"You cut like this," he told her as he started to gently move Pony's hand up and down to chop up the tomatoes.
She felt the coldness of his hand wrapped around hers and it brought a shiver to her spine.
"I know how to cut," Pony whispered as her voice grew dark.
"Then you should start cutting already," Marlin muttered to her irritated.
"I know."
This girl was confusing Marlin and he only sighed.
"Then why are you just standing there?"
"Calculating," Pony told him in her monotone voice.
He was now even more confused and he wondered if she was just toying with him.
Within a few seconds, Pony started to chop up all of the crops quickly and neatly.
Marlin couldn't believe his eyes as he saw what she was doing.
To him it seemed as if she was a professional chef or she just was used to cutting things...
There was a basket on the table and Pony quickly put all of the chopped up crops into the basket gently.
