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A certain sandy pony suddenly felt both incredibly abashed for thinking ill of his help, and incredibly grateful he had the patience to not speak his mind. He kicked at the sand bashfully, looking down at the ground. "Aw...shucks. That's mighty kind of ya'll..."

Desperate to divert attention away from himself, he flapped open a wing and put it to the ground. "A push-broom's an alright idea, but it's not as easy as you'd think. Push too light," he lightly dragged his wing over the sand, shifting only a thin layer. "And you don't move a lot of sand. Takes a lot of sweeping t'get it all. Push too hard," he dug his wing in and pushed, moving a large pile that quickly grew nearly too heavy to push. "And y'get big piles that y'have to push hard to shift. Even pushin' medium gets you sand that escapes off the edges." He demonstrated, pushing a small pile of sand and pointing out the bits that escaped off either end of his wing-broom. "It's good for manual touch-up work, but for moving large piles of sand, there ain't much else y'can do but grab a shovel an' get diggin'. It's gonna be a lot of work any way y'slice it."
"Hmm....That's rough..."
"That's rough..."
They looked at each other, a somewhat worried expression shared between them. Then they both stared at the shovel.

And stared. And then brought the shovel very close to their faces.

"Hey, why don't we do a little magic on your shovel?"
"It'll be much easier to work with!"