Doing the Dirty Work [Open!]

[appletastic]

How did Applejack stand working so hard around the farm? Her secret was simple: combining work and play. She'd brought the same styl to Hydroponics, where she'd sectioned off a small patch of the ground to be a place for some of the animals to play. The grass was dug up and seeds were planted elsewhere, water was poured, and Applejack herself was pounding her legs into the dirt. Making mud! Her bright orange coat was now coated in brown, and the longer she worked, the further she sank.

But this wasn't very fun. Back home, she'd done---yeah, that was what was missing! She hopped out of her little mud pit, tracked dirt across the grass, and set off at a fast trot. "Yee-haw!"

If anypony happened to be hanging about, they'd be splattered when the large pony came crashing down, rolling in her little pit of dirt. Her hat sat some distance to the side, miraculously untouched by the splattering of mud. Surely most would know to stay away from such a display.

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[appletastic]

"Races? What kind of races?" Applejack ran plenty of them, but she got the impression that humans weren't always the type. They had their fancy-schmancy vehicle things.

[windyellow]

"Both kinds, actually." Applejack was the direct sort, but that really didn't bother Dustin at all. He was similar to her in that regard. "I have a motorcross bike, which should be on the ship somewhere... And I also use my own two legs to keep in shape."

[appletastic]

"Wonder if it's any easier than four," she thought. Probably not! But those other things...

"Motor-whatsits? I don't think we've got those," she had to admit.