Well, I'm back with a new chapter! Hm. It sesm emty in these intros without a co-host, like I have in many other stories. Who should I geT? Not getting an MLP character, as I never have a character from the place I'm writing a fanfic about. Not having a Marvel character come in, as I've done that far too often with my other stories. Not having an OC, as I sstill do that too often. I know! I'll have one of the Furious Five come in! *suddenly, Tigress appears out of nowhere*

Tigress: How did I get here?

Me: I brought you here to host a story with me!

Tigress: Why did you choose me?

Me: Cause I could. ENJOY THE CHAPTER!

Tigress: Please don't scream like that again.

The sun rose over the horizon and fell through the window that Sprocket was sleeping in. A few minutes later, Applejack came in and said, "Git on up! The sun's in the sky!"

Sprocket jumped and fell off the bed. He stood up and gave a small glare to Applejack, who was trying to hold in her giggles. "Well, now that we have scaring me half to death done for the day, let's get this over with. What's first on the agenda?"

"Breakfast. Now, git off that floor and come on down fer some grub." Applejack left and Sprocket slowly got off the floor and headed down the stairs for breakfast.

When he got down, he seen a big stack of pancakes. His eyes widened. "What's with that stack of pancakes?"

Applejack looked at it and replied, "We were runnin' low on pancake mix." Sprocket's jaw nearly dropped through the floor. "Stack's 'bout three quarter's the normal size."

"How do you eat that many pancakes!?"

"It's an Apple family thing." Sprocket shook his head as the whole family came in from the early morning work and they all began eating. Sprocket didn't eat very many compared to the others, but he did have to admit, they were some of the best pancakes he ever had. After they were done, Applejack handed Sprocket a list. "This here is a list a things we ned ya ta git done. On tha back is a list a things we need ya ta git from town."

Sprocket read the items on the list that he needed to do, then the things he needed to get from town. He nodded. "Alright. If I find that I need something else to get something fixed up, I'll add it to the list on the back." He then folded up the paper and stuck it behind his ear, along with a pencil. "i'll start by taking a look at that cart." The family thne headed out to begin there work.

later

At about ten in the morning, Sprocket came up to Applejack, who was working on bucking some trees. "Applejack!"

Applejack turned to Sprocket, who had sped up some. "Whatcha need, partner?"

He came to a stop and replied, "I was wondering where you kept paper. Your grandmother is sleeping, Applebloom is off playing with her friends, and I have no idea where Big Mac is."

Applejack asked, "Why do ya need more paper for?"

"I ran out of room to write more things that I need to pick up." He showed her the piece of paper, revealing he had indeed used up all the room he could.

She read some of the items that he had written down and gave him a questioning look. "Are ya sure ya need all this stuff? Some of it can only be gotten through orderin' it."

Sprocket nodded. "Yes. I'm positive. Some of it can be held off on getting until later, as I can give a temporary fix on some of the things with what I'm given."

"Tell ya what. If yall can convince me that it would be in the best interest that this stuff is needed, Ah'll make sure to get it."

Sprocket smirked. "Of course. I love when someo-pony gives me that sort of challenge." The two headed back to the barn, where most of the stuff was.

He headed first to the cart, which was turned upside down. When Applejack came up, he began the presentation. "Now, I'd like to first point out the wheels."

"They're handmade by mah pa."

"Yes. They are well-made, wooden wheels. Espescially since they were made by planks of wood and not round chunks. It's a marvel anypony was ever able to do such a thing. I doubt even I could have done such a good jo-" Applejack cut him off with a cough and he blushed slightly. "Sorry. I tend to ramble when I see something as expertly made as these wheels. Anyways, they are starting to crack here and there is some rotting starting here." He pointed to the two different spots. "The rotting would be an easy fix. If it wasn't for the crack, I would just keep it from rotting. And put some stuff to keep the metal bars on it to keep them from rusting anymore, as you can see there is some around the nuts. So, that is why I put in the thing about getitng metal wheels and some coating to protect them from rust. But, the coating would have more use than that, if you'd look at the axel." He motioned to it, and shee took a close look, seeing it was also rusting slightly. "My guess is that you store it upside down in the barn during winter. That is a good idea, but you still want to throw something over it, just as extra precaution. Now, the metal used was a decent choice, most likely done because you couldn't afford a better metal for it. Nor a coating for it. I'd be guessing this has been on here for ten years, at the most."

"Actually, it's been on there ever since my pa was just a little colt. He told of how he helped to put it on there. He told me he used tree sap on it to protect it, but made sure not to put any on around where it's conected ta the wagon."

Sprocket was surprised. "Huh. A really resourceful stallion. It's impressive he was able to get this to last as long as it has. I would have expected it to have been fully rusted by now. But, ya. The new metal would be a better for the axel, as it is less prone to rust, is stronger and creates less friction, making it easier to pull. Same as those that connects it to the wagon."

"A'right. You've convinced me to get the stuff for tha wagon. What else do ya have in mind."

"Follow me." He led her over to the plow.

"Now, how in the world could ya find a way to help with this?"

"Well, I can help with reducing the strain on the back and neck when this is pulled by making some minor adjustments to it. If this piece here is raised just slightly, it will reduce the strain put on whoever uses it. Also, these straps are slightly worn and I was planning on getting new straps. Though, they will still last another three to five years. I just wanted to get it done and over with. Then, I was planning on adding some smaller blades onto it. I know it will add some more strain, but it will more throughouly plow the field, creating less work in the long run."

"Alright. I'll letcha git whatcha need fer reducin' the work, but not the straps. Not yet."

"Fair enough. Now, the next thing I want to do is just a side project from the rest to help with collecting the eggs."

"No. That's part a Applebloom's personal chores. At least until she is able ta help more around the farm."

"Alright. I'll just cross off the stuff for that." He took the pencil and paper and began crossing off some stuff. "Okay. Next with the gutter."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Well, let's get up, and I'll show you." The two climbed a stack of crates until they were able to get a good look at the gutter. "You see, the screws are great for this, but they haven't been replaced for a while, and it will only be a matter of time before they will need to be replaced anyways. Also, the gutter is getitng some crack in it, so, why not replace the whole thing while we're at it?"

"Huh. Ah never noticed those cracks before."

"Well, I'd say they are fairly recent. Almost like it was taken off, improffesionally, and then put back up by the same ones that took it off, attempting to make it look like nothing happened."

"Hm. Alright. Ah'll allow ya tha new gutter. Anything else?"

"Only one. And that is in the barn." They went into the barn and he led her to a pillar.

"Well, what's wrong?" Sprocket gently touched it, and it had a piece fall off and it swayed slightly. "Oh. That's what."

"I'm guessing I convinced you on that one?"

"Yes, ya did. Alright. Well, off ta town with ya, then." Sprocket nodded before heading off. "Meanwhile, Ah gotta talk ta mah sister about a certain gutter."

I know. Not much happening and it is beginning to be like I didn't want it.

Tigress: You mean draging on forever hoping the end is near, only to find out it isn't?

Me: Yes. I'm going to try to get it to pick up after the next chapter, so please bear with me. Review, please.