        The four sat out on the porch, Thomas giving Fluttershy his crate, and now was sitting on the ground. He continued on Rarity’s figure, Missus Fixit dozing off in her freshly sealed rocker, while Fluttershy and Rarity continued to marvel at Thomas’ work. They had lost track of time, but the setting sun was gaining on them as it got harder to see. The empty rocker creaked a little, being swayed by a gentle breeze.