[MLP FiM} Bridle Shores: The Great Wilds

[Benson]

Garion scrunched up his muzzle, evidently pleased with the attentions. "A true gentlecolt doesn't ever get hurt when a Lady's watching." he recited solemnly. He pranced on over to the weed-pile and deposited his catch, before prancing back to tackle another weed...

...and promptly repeated his tumble when he yanked it out with all his might.

She chuckled but since he was fine she let him be. After a while, the two would have amassed themselves a pile of weeds ready to be placed in trashbags. From somewhere she procured apple juice and floated one over to Garion.

"Such hard works deserves a nice cold drink wouldn't you say Garion?"