He watched with fascination as she worked—she was standing on her hind legs, bracing herself with her left forehoof. Her right hoof held a stiff brush, which she was using to get bits of loose plaster off the lath. An open wooden box was filled with tools that looked quite familiar to Dale; she even had some kind of open pouch across her hips that held more tools in easy mouth-reach. One of the carts had been commandeered as a makeshift workbench; several freshly-sawn strips of lath were lying on top, their lengths written out neatly in pencil on each.