Winter Pet Date
Mar. 15th, 2015 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyWinter Wrap Up is only four days away now. The weather ponies must be scraping out the bottom of their snow flake bins. There's fresh snow on the ground today, but it's all bits and pieces. I guess I won't see the sparkle of fresh snowflakes until next year.
I dropped in on Amethyst Star, Team Leader for the Animal Team. Her supplies are gathered and ready to go. She knows who to assign to what and where, we just have to plan out the timing a bit and it will be perfect.
Next I took Owlowiscious to our pet date, and Spike and my checklist too. While Winona chased snowballs and Angel dug tunnels in the snowbanks, I consulted Rainbow Dash and Applejack, the Team Leaders for the Weather and Plant Teams.
The carts, shovels, plows and bells are dusted, tuned, repaired and ready (check!). Seeds are properly identified and ready to plant, sticks, ribbons and straw all set to go (check check!). Ponyville ponies are old pros at WWU.
The plows, nest making and planting material and half the carts are to be stored at Applejack's, the rest of the material at the morning rendez-vous location, Town Hall. Sounds good to me. I'll double check the inventory with the team leaders on site the day before Winter Wrap Up, to be sure. Maybe we should number the shovels. And put the seeds in alphabetical order; and sort the straw and sticks by size!
Annnd, maybe not. A good friend knows when not to go overboard. I rolled up the checklist and Spike took a nap.
Owlowiscious had a great time hooting directions to Winona who was trying to find the snowballs she hadn't caught. Most of the time, all I could see of Angel was his ears poking out of a burrow. Opal watched from her pet carrier. She had declined to step out into the cold, wet snow. Tank and Gummy were absent. Tank was hibernating and Gummy was feeling sluggish, basking by the oven at Sugar Cube Corner. Snow's not his thing either.
It was a grey day and we didn't stay long. I woke Spike, called Owlowiscious and we all went home.
I dropped in on Amethyst Star, Team Leader for the Animal Team. Her supplies are gathered and ready to go. She knows who to assign to what and where, we just have to plan out the timing a bit and it will be perfect.
Next I took Owlowiscious to our pet date, and Spike and my checklist too. While Winona chased snowballs and Angel dug tunnels in the snowbanks, I consulted Rainbow Dash and Applejack, the Team Leaders for the Weather and Plant Teams.
The carts, shovels, plows and bells are dusted, tuned, repaired and ready (check!). Seeds are properly identified and ready to plant, sticks, ribbons and straw all set to go (check check!). Ponyville ponies are old pros at WWU.
The plows, nest making and planting material and half the carts are to be stored at Applejack's, the rest of the material at the morning rendez-vous location, Town Hall. Sounds good to me. I'll double check the inventory with the team leaders on site the day before Winter Wrap Up, to be sure. Maybe we should number the shovels. And put the seeds in alphabetical order; and sort the straw and sticks by size!
Annnd, maybe not. A good friend knows when not to go overboard. I rolled up the checklist and Spike took a nap.
Owlowiscious had a great time hooting directions to Winona who was trying to find the snowballs she hadn't caught. Most of the time, all I could see of Angel was his ears poking out of a burrow. Opal watched from her pet carrier. She had declined to step out into the cold, wet snow. Tank and Gummy were absent. Tank was hibernating and Gummy was feeling sluggish, basking by the oven at Sugar Cube Corner. Snow's not his thing either.
It was a grey day and we didn't stay long. I woke Spike, called Owlowiscious and we all went home.
Re: The planned greeting
Date: 2015-03-20 09:32 pm (UTC)Ponies can reason with most dangerous animals, and when we can't, we push them back into the Everfree Forest. Humans use animals in a way ponies don't. I've read that many are going extinct, usually because they compete for homes with you, and they lose.
Bacteria copy themselves and are born adult. They also share solutions to new problems, adult to adult, using plasmids. They are like living machines that run themselves. Cookie-cutter copies with complex instructions and no dedicated learning period. Ergo, robots.