        The other thing that had been souring his mood in the past few weeks had been the townsponies themselves. They all felt as though they owed him something. They would try to help him with his work, but the last time the sheriff helped him the entire building came tumbling down. There was a reason he was the carpenter, and why the mayor was currently held up in the back of the post office. He let his mind wander, keeping up a steady pace with the wheelbarrow, and noticing the ponies out and about.