        Rarity found another wood crate and took a seat next to Thomas, although not too close to upset him. She marveled at how he whittled away at what was once a small block of wood. It seemed at times he was just shaving away slivers in random spots, but the more he continued the more it took shape. More unique, was this figure wasn’t standing. It was laying on its haunches, the tail curled around the hind legs.