Meanwhile, more tradesponies were pulling up wagons with furnishings, from a sofa to a stove. Even Mr. Greenhooves had gotten involved, weeding and overwatering the neglected kailyard. She might have watched for hours—except the foreman shoved a dirty piece of paper in her face. “Supplies. See if ya can get ‘em outta Canterlot. Don’t have ‘em in town.”