Carrot Top walked through the apple fields of her cousins, the Apples, bathed in the faint pink glow of the rising sun. She sneaked a single apple and munched on it as she advanced towards her garden. The early morning dew gathered on her hooves, cooling them down. Carrot breathed in the cool misty air, savoring it's sweet flavor, all while Celestia's sun slowly rose in the sky. The orange mare trotted a bit as she reached the gate to her garden, which was several acres closed in by a wooden fence. Her carroty-colored mane bobbed around as she pulled out the first carrot, placing it in a wheelbarrow that sat nearby. Her hooves sank into the cool dirt, and her jaws clamped around her namesake, the carrot tops. The feeling of the roots releasing themselves, showing their beautiful orange skin, made Carrot feel happy, at peace. She kept working as the sun grew higher and higher in the sky. Today, Carrot was motivated to work twice as hard as she ever had before, today was her first harvest in Ponyville, and the second was tomorrow, she had a surprise on the train for her, something she knew not, but something wonderful.
Streaks of pink and gold stretched across the sky when Carrot Top was done. She was exhausted, but proud. She'd go into town tomorrow, sell the carrots, then go and collect whatever was on the train. As the orange mare stepped into a hot shower, she thought about somepony. A special somepony, or, more specifically, HER special somepony. Carrot smiled as she thought of her coltfriend, Written Script. He had always wanted to be a playwright, convinced he'd make a lot of money to create plays.
"C'mon Carrot," He'd told her. "One day, when my plays get famous, we'll have a lot of bits. You can have the big carrot farm you always wanted, and we'll live comfortably."
