And it was all supposed to have been so easy. Huckleberry, hard worker and tight-lipped as he was, would never knowingly complain about his job, but Artemis knew he was getting a little tired of working as a farmhand on the Shortcakes' plantation. He was a plain colt with few worldly wants, but he couldn't go his whole life just picking strawberries in someone else's yard. Since buying his own farm was a ways off, well, Artemis had said maybe he should try to get a job somewhere else. When the opportunity to interview for the VIP service had come up, she’d brought him along for a trip to the Canterlot employment office. And the colt at bureau had said there were plenty of opportunities for a pony of his size and strength.