That had been a week ago. There were a dozen diamond dogs in all, and most of them had armour on and everything. There was pitifully little Handy’s club could have done against that. Joachim’s cockiness had survived a bit longer than Handy’s, and it wasn’t until he had a meaty canine paw smash into his temple that he got a taste of humble pie. Since then, they had been using picks to dig up the tunnels in search of precious gems. They filled in the work rotas with the unicorns and the earth ponies capable of using picks, their specialised horseshoes having been confiscated. The tunnel they had been digging currently produced only slivers of gems but that was enough for Rex to put them on permanent mining duty for this sector. Apparently, he was desperate for any sign of a potential vein of gems which, to Handy’s bewilderment, came out of the walls freshly cut and polished. It made them easier to find for sure, but it was still ridiculous.